Monthly Archives: August 2011

Each song on Bon Iver’s newest album represents a place, and track 8 is called Calgary.  The highway tumbles out of the mountains, spilling me from the Canadian Rockies into the vast plains of eastern Alberta.  Everyone has advised me … Continue reading →

I was only planning to stay for a few hours.  But the next morning, I feel obligated to explore a few of the coffee shops on this mountain-speared main street.  Everyone I meet is remarkably friendly; the Canadians, the travelers, … Continue reading →

On the way back to Whitefish, my mind races.  Being denied entry to Canada has not exactly helped my situation, but I’m not going to give up so easily.  I call a friend who has experience in this area, and … Continue reading →

Through Kalispell and up to Whitefish, just west of Glacier National Park.  I arrive during the weekly farmer’s market, and there are people everywhere.  I park in the library lot and briefly chat with a woman while I’m pulling out … Continue reading →

Leaving Boulder with $200—now one week and twelve hundred miles later, I still have $160 tucked into my glove box.  I felt like a traveler in Jackson Hole, where I played guitar on the street until I made enough money … Continue reading →

I spend the night after my injury in Jackson Hole.  In the morning, I reconnect with Jeff and Jay, the guys I drove here from Boulder, because they’re trying to get up into Montana.  Thankfully, my park entry receipt is … Continue reading →

Grand Tetons My windows are down and I feel a slight pang of loneliness as I drive towards these magnificent mountains.  A sharp gust of cold wind blasts into the window and strangely comforts me: yes, it’s ok, because this … Continue reading →

I get my check from the mop factory just before hitting the road, and I leave Colorado with a full tank of gas and just over $200.  I take two backpackers north with me, and they will refill my tank … Continue reading →