Category: photojournal

Serenity: Ready for Season 2

As you may have already gathered, Old Blue is up and running again! I want to say thank you again to everyone who chipped in for her rescue, but a few special thanks to: Sean at Philadelphia Scooters, for being Sean. Pete formerly of Vespa Brooklyn but now of Revolution Moto, for being Pete....

Convalescence in Ballard. May 30 – June 28, 2017.

Home was always a conundrum for me. Is it the place you’re born, or the place where most of your stuff is kept? Is it a feeling, a state of mind, or certain people? Where does someone without a physical home go, when they need to recover from more...

On Top of the World and back on American Soil. May 24 – 26, 2017.

From the Midnight Dome Viewpoint, if you looked on the other side of the Yukon River you could see a pale line etched into the green hills. It climbed in a straight line up the river-facing side of the mountain, then turned in a squiggle that wrapped the crumpled...

Sourtoes and Shipwrecks. Dawson City, YT. May 22 – 23, 2017.

Dawson City is a destination in its own right, though the usual attractions – Klondike gold rush history, gold panning, cabaret, and other old mining town and frontier sales pitches – were not what drew me there. I wanted to ride the Top of the World Highway, which started at...

The Indoor Life in Whitehorse, YT. May 19 – 21, 2017.

Nothing in Whitehorse is more than 10 minutes away, because if you’ve gone any farther you’re pretty much in the wild. The town was just big enough to have what I sought: a large grocery store where I availed myself to some produce (and gasped at the prices), and...

Touchdown on Alaskan Soil. May 16, 2017.

Putting on all my layers in the morning felt like dressing for battle. Today, I would touch Alaskan soil, albeit in the tiny tourist town of Hyder, AK. I had a low mileage day ahead of me, to give myself time to explore Kispiox again and see how far...

Into the British Columbian Wild. May 12 – 15, 2017.

This was it. My last stop for urbanity before I went into the British Columbian wild. I always dubbed this trip as an Alaskan adventure, but in actuality the largest portion of miles would be Canadian. Indeed, British Columbia alone proved to be expansive, rich in history, and absolutely packed...