Diary of a Digital Tramp

My first train In the Sonoran DesertBelen, NMChelloSomewhere in ArizonaHitchhiking to SedonaMy boy Don Jordan...don't fuck with someone with two first names.Somewhere in NevadaSouthern TransconSan Bernardino National ForestAn empty work train...

A Taste of WILD

Sharp rays of light tickled my face as I awoke early morning on the incongruent ground with a minefield of walnuts burrowed beneath my back.  I sat up; cracked the bones in...

Day 3 – Runnin’ with the Devil

After an uneventful ride with a speck of Lake Ontario far off in the distance, camouflaged by the grassy knolls and verdant pastures of countryside, I jumped off my train in CN...

Day 2 – That Night Train on Canadian Grain

I woke to the sound of bicycle spokes zinging, bells ringing, and feet tromping as joggers stomped through the recreational path that lead to the overlook of Mount Royal.  Almost immediately, I started making my...

Day 1 – Mount Royal and the Raccoons

Mount Royal and the Raccoons To avoid crossing the border by foot, I took a Greyhound to Montreal, which did not go smoothly by any means. It never...