Catch that Train…Catch that train…
Sometimes I wonder,
What it's like to stop searching.
Calmness always fades.
Hoping and dreaming.
Worlds collide with fantasy.
Giants on the Steel in Small-town Iowa
I hopped off my first Viking Ship around 9 PM,
wandering the dark, dusty, dirt roads of Fort Madison, IA. The crisp air calmed
me and as I listened to the deafening bellows of...
Wandering through the Hundred Acre Woods
Losing My Mind in the Sonoran Desert
I remember my correspondence with Northbank Fred from over a
year ago via email like it was just yesterday. I thanked him for...
Trainless Days in the Woods
Vermont Railway Systems in Rutland
The air suffocates my face as mucous dribbles down my nose and onto my lips. I lay there on layers of moist cardboard, wrapped in a cocoon of nylon, listening...
Waking up in Canada…
She beat around the steel, rocking me like a baby in a cradle, and as soon as I shut my eyes I started drifting to sleep with the darkening sky. My nose...
