You know you’ve had a proper weekend in the wilderness when, as you finally take a shower after returning home, the dirt visibly runs off your body for a solid five minutes, and for the following three days you discover bruises, cuts and blisters all over, but don’t remember how you got them.
mgrootn00I'm a confused Dutch woman, intrigued by humanity and infatuated with raw nature. From 2009 to 2014 I've aimlessly wandered through Central and South America. With North America I will have seen all of the Americas. What do I see in the world's most famous, revered yet also most despised culture? "Travel at its most enlightening is not about having a good time" said Paul Theroux. I see that's true. You are welcome to both my casually fun stories as the more thoughtful ones.
One weekend in North Idaho
We packed up our tent and drove to a camping spot I’d found in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains from where we could see the monster we just climbed. On our way a male moose took a good stare at us, and while we were setting up our tent on a hidden meadow, a Bald Eagle (American Eagle) flew casually overhead. As the sun set over our dead-silent camp we made a strong fire and rewarded our efforts with several beers. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
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The Gun Culture: Part IV “The Other Perspective”
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Ireland Road Trip
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