Yesterday I climbed a stepladder to hang my laundry on a line strung between a mobile home and a cedar tree in a forest. Two cycling jerseys, a pair of shorts, two pairs of socks and underwear, and a white silk sleeping bag liner fluttered in the breeze. A half-finished shed stood before me, opaque […]
Archive | July, 2017
In Which I am Saved from Sasquatch by a Finnish Woman
So there I was, eating a chicken samosa in front of a bustling general store when up walked a rail-thin blondish woman. “Is that your bike?” she wanted to know. When I said yes, she lit up. Her grandson was preparing to do a big bike tour from here in southern BC to the Yukon, […]