Monday, Aug. 26, 2002
Dear Diary:

So yeah, for about ten minutes there I was ready to sell everything we own and just hit the road.

We got a letter from our neighbour Peter who's been cycling up the Dempster Highway in the Yukon. It was one of those great letters that makes you feel that your life is an empty, meaningless, all too civilized and predictable rut.

Peter really gave us a sense of how it feels to load a bike down with the basic necessities you'd need for a few months and to rely completely on your own strength and grit to travel in true wilderness.

It sounded really exotic and wonderful until he came to the part about how nice it was to sleep under the stars now because the temperatures at night had dropped to 33F, which is too cold for even the Yukon mosquitoes.

That loud POP sound you just heard would be my Marn Adventure Woman bubble bursting.

I am such a sissy.

I really admire people such as Peter who head off into the wilds and rely totally on themselves. I mean, for many weeks now he's been alone in the sort of wilderness where there are freaking GRIZZLY bears for crying out loud, with nothing between him and all this nature business but his bicycle.

And as enchanted as I am by the idea of what he's doing, I realize that the reality of it would grump me out in about ten minutes. I NEED my bed, indoor plumbing, fresh food, morning showers, clean clothes, the company of the spousal unit and my two cats to snub me religiously every day.

Now, if I could just figure out a way to stuff all that on a bicycle ...

--Marn

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