Once I returned from my three day hike up to Berg Lake I found I had had a visitor. A mouse had made his home in my jeep.

I could tell by the ENTIRE bag of Spitz that had been shelled and strewn over my front seats (as well as the numerous other signs).

This is the mouse’s story:

A lot of the time, my cross country drive takes place at night. I revel in the shadows the geography casts against the night sky and the landscapes that great me in the mornings.

Conversations and the connections made with strangers in the most unlikely of situations can lead to memories that will last a lifetime.

My road trip begins with a hike up Berg Lake with a friend and his dog. Camping in the snow at the base of Mount Robson is an adventure I will cherish forever.

A fun day hike with the Alberta Adventure Girls takes an unexpected turn when a Grizzly Bear decides to join the group.

What does ‘home’ mean to you?

I am a terrible poet. But I love poetry. This is 100% bootlegged from one of my favorite poems, Robert Service’s The Cremation of Sam McGee and . . . restructured to fit my thoughts.