Monashka Mountain Loop

Friday, day after Christmas, or Boxing Day for those in Wales and the rest of the United Kingdom, I went to work in the morning and then ducked out just after mid-day to take advantage of the glorious sunshine. Home for a quick meal, warm clothes, water and flashlight - then off to the northern terminus of the Kodiak road system. The road was frozen for most of the eleven miles as I traveled at a safe speed for the conditions, occasionally testing the bite of the studded tires against the surface of the road.

The afternoon's route.

Welcome to the waters of Kodiak

I've been in my new home for two weeks, and was beginning to go stir-crazy from staying in, away from the unpalatable weather. This weekend, the gods smiled and the sun stirred and shifted the clouds. I changed my plans from a hike to a paddle, and after hurriedly stuffing in breakfast and topping up a thermos of coffee, my kayak received its first introduction to the startlingly clear and teal-colored waters of Kodiak.

The Day's Route

Welcome to Gypsy Without a Wagon

Welcome. I am a gypsy without a wagon, which would seem to make me a stateless Roma, but in fact just qualifies me to be employed and whinge about how an income temporarily barricades from carefree roaming. The purpose of this blog is two-fold: to (1) recall journeys of the past, and (2) fantasize on journeys of the future. Post a comment already and tell of how my tales have made your heart sick to kick off the burdens of responsibility for a tramp about the land.

The following photos depict loyal steeds, the get-away vehicles that land one in the back of beyond, the conveyances by which I escape into the wilderness, rural and otherwise:

Skin-On-Frame F1 kayak, built by the author, June 2014.