Month: September 2015

Last week I tried to start in earnest on The Project — the big slab of rock that requires at least a full year of meticulous sculpting before it even resembles a form. Staring at that monolithic stone, still exhausted after a fortnight of open road, my shaking hands were in no mood to pick up my dulled chisel. As is usually the case, my…

I had originally planned this post as a quiet reflection of a trip finished and a journey to come, a peek into the mind of this scared but determined wanderer staring awkwardly at a blank sheet. But I couldn’t let my road trip stories end without at least giving an aside to my favourite stop of the…

I’m trying to recollect the past week – three major US cities and almost 3000 miles – but the cheesesteak in my stomach would love a siesta right now. The last few days have been as delicious as that sandwich, but the aftermath just as tiring, my brain a garbled mess of alcohol and meat,…

The drive. For many, a miserable and taxing transition from journey’s start to end. A grueling, arduous task whose only redemption is found in the destination. But I love it. Yes, I struggle with this overweight, underpowered, green hatchback, with its anachronistic third pedal, climbing mountains through nothing but sheer will. Even so, get an open road in…