Sweating the Finer Details
“I didn’t think I’d get stuck in snow this time,” I pondered as I sat at my public park campsite in between the ball diamonds and a splash zone in Wolf Point, Montana. I also didn’t think I’d get into a bar fight, become stranded in the wilderness or sleep on someone’s front lawn, for that matter. But sometimes that’s just how things go. Often our all-time favourite trips consist of things that didn’t go exactly to plan. We tend to dwell on the ultimate goals, allowing them to steep in our minds and take away the moments in front of us – like putting a fogged lens on a camera that inhibits you from taking in the full picture.
One of my fondest memories is from a 2015 trip I did from British Columbia to Ontario. My planning for this didn’t include accommodations or a diligently mapped route. I was more focused on packing a set of clean base layers with a slight concept of my route and, of course, a can of beans in case I became lost and
