Sublime

four thousand miles of roadless, trailless terrain through a landscape

Moving at human pace solidifies his connection to the land.

Before walking toward the forest’s edge, I offer a silent goodbye to the gray-green waters of the Pacific.

After almost five months, movement brings stillness. Movement brings peace.

After almost two months in the constant company of the sea, we will head inland, traveling north into Canada’s Yukon. If our mountain crossing goes well, we’ll be in Whitehorse in less than two weeks.

carefully planned, our route detailed, the logistics ironed out? But uncertainty has become the only constant. Rather than adhering to schedules or itineraries, our days are shaped by the landscape; each valley, each river, each pass slightly different from the last.