Just about two months into my 1500-mile walk across Finland (research for my book “Notes for the Aurora Society” )I came to a crossroads. No, not a literal fork in the road but rather a forced choice-point in life where…
To be honest, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever actually seen the Nazca lines. Yes, I have about one-hundred photographs of them in my computer, taken with my own camera. I have the copy of my ticket for the…
Wilderness and falling down, theoretically, have nothing to do with each other. In my case, however, they are intimately intertwined. I slipped and fell straight out of the door of the Kalamakaltion wilderness hut north of Nunnanen, Finland. I hit…