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A man and his dog, looking for a better path.

An Icelandic Saga: Reykjavik Nights

I'd intended to be lazy, once I arrived in Landmannalaugar at the top end of Iceland's famous 57km Laugavegur trail. I'd completed the...

An Icelandic Saga: Laugavegur

"I'm made for this," I thought, as I descended the last leg of Iceland's famous Laugavegur trail, picking my way across a barren plain of...

An Icelandic Saga: Hrafntinnusker

"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous...

An Icelandic Saga: Free Solo

My flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way,...

An Icelandic Saga: Fimmvörðuháls

"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then...

Senseless

Some time ago, a young man died whom I didn't know well, but who was good friends with many people I did. His name was Justin Shronk, and...

Diagnosis

It happened very quickly. Last Sunday evening I was in Toronto, boarding the train from downtown to the airport, when my friend Alexis...

This Year

At this time last year, Lucy and I were driving across the snowbound prairies toward Brandon, Manitoba. We had a date with a donkey in...

The Christmas Train

It probably won't surprise you to hear that one of my favourite Christmas traditions involves a train. Christmas is a special time for me...

Time Flies

Today was moving day, again. At least one of us wasn't stoked about it. After our four-month stay at the wonderful Eco Lodge ended, Lucy...

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