As promised, here are scans of the few pages I took on our ski trip. There is a lot to be communicated in such a small amount of writing, my mental state being quite apparent. Advertisements
I must admit I have been dedicating a lot of time to practicing the art of procrastination in regard to this particular report. I have been attempting to convince myself that tomorrow, the next day, the words I require will … Continue reading
You welcomed me in my mother’s tongue, celebrated my twenty-second birthday with fervor as if you were the patient matron witness to the previous twenty-one, enveloped me in stoic bonds of silent solidarity, fed me and housed me. You revealed to me a most incredible and harsh beauty, an unfathomable stillness that left the breath meant to swirl within my lungs frozen.
This trip, this adventure planned to traverse your frigid shoulders has only managed to graze one singly. We suffered at your mercy, fumbling with our stiff fingers, stinging from pink and tender skins for days until we grew calloused to your climate. You froze our breath in our nostrils, our sweat in our boots, our dinner on our spoons. We pressed until we crested, able to wake a thrilled audience to your deliberate blue transition, your slow drag of morning. We became efficient, swift. Melding ourselves into you, we woke with you, slept with you, experienced you as silently as you us, and we accepted contentedly all that you had to offer up of your surreal heart.
After completing 9 short days and 120 KM of our proposed 40 and 400 KM, I watch your fells and frozen lakes and shivering leafless birches whip by from an expensive bus seat with the ache that something, someone, beloved is growing perceptibly unreachable. Snow gleams clinging to the high branches of stiff pines. It is as if we have discovered the existence of a magnificent secret, as if we have just glimpsed the heart of something too great for words, too large for us to wholly comprehend, something that we have been subconsciously lacking from our beings all this time. We watch this environment that has been our home pass away, destined for lesser parallels.
It is bittersweet. It feels as if this thing slowly drains through the cracks between my cupped fingers. It has left its taste on my palate, an awareness of a brilliance that I knew not before, something to hunger for. A new appetite for another adventure.
Please note there is an in depth trip report and more photographs pending.
Our prospective route on two wheels. This comes after the 6 weeks in Finland for skiing and socializing, 4 weeks in Russia, then another week in Finland frolicking.
A brief account of the process I have almost completed that is hand dyeing, knitting and lining a pair of squirrel mitts to ward away the frostbite from my fingertips in Finland. Make sure to check out the video that … Continue reading
The success of Alan’s valiant attempt to gain weight for those thin days we will spend in Frozenland is debatable. Due to our brilliant ability of hindsight, we now understand progress would have been measured much more precisely had we … Continue reading
A large part of my partner’s and my time during the weeks leading to our upcoming Finnish excursion is being passed in the way of food dehydration. We have been constantly cutting, peeling, chopping, washing or cooking vegetables, legumes, and … Continue reading
After throwing wads of cash at my favorite local and highly underrated gear shop and an incredibly lucky streak of weather, I am finally outfitted to play in the snow instead of just dream of it. I live in a … Continue reading