Monthly Archives: August 2011

Calgary

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

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Banff

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

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Canada, eh? (I’m sure I am the first person ever to say that)

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

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Northern Montana

Glacier National Park; wild and rugged country for which I have no words, only a few inadequate images. I drive Going-to-the-Sun Road from west to east, and when I exit the park I swing north and stop in a little … Continue reading

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Whitefish

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

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Gas Jugging

Let me preface this one by saying: I frequently feel the need to defend my lifestyle in these writings.  Yes, I spark controversy when I talk about living outside the normal economic system, playing music in exchange for money, accepting … Continue reading

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Missoula: The Place Where I (Really) Start Feeling Like a Traveler

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

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