Northerly Nomad

  I used to hate on the idea of living in a basement.. just seems like a bad idea is all. Mostly paranoid about water really, but so far even my first leaky mishap was well worth the benefits that come with living underground. The first big rain we had leaked into our kitchen... totally my fault, I was gardening and forgot to replace the piping that carries the water away from the foundation.. woke up with a slick of water on the floor. After learning that lesson quickly, it's back to chillin'. After years of renting rooms and tenting seasonally, it's nice to have a space to call 'home'. Number one benefit of living sub-terra.. the temperature! When it's too cold, that's an easy fix. Space heaters and blankets work wonders. But when it's creeping up over a hundred degrees outside, it's easy to stay cool as a  cucumber  down here no AC required. I say as I sip on my cucumber apple lemonade, fresh from the juicer... Delicious and refreshing, perfect fo...

Five years ago todayish.. I stepped off a bus out in the canadian prairies and stuck out my thumb. I didn't have a plan, any idea where i'd end up, or any home to go back to. Just a tent, a rucksack and a little company. I walked away from a full time job, a nicely furnished apartment.. a sane, regular life that I had become bored of. I felt useless, stuck.. like I could do better for myself. so I cashed out my stocks, sold all my stuff and took off to find where I belong. And I took my time doing it. Time was all I had really, and enough loot to float by for a while. I didn't bother with a phone. Back then there wasn't plans like there are today, and a calling card was enough for when I came across a telephone. Random use of computers at libraries and internet cafes was my connection to the world. Each day was slow and steady. Every moment counted, everything was so brand new. I was wide open for whatever the wide open country would bring to me. Eventually, it brough...