I’ll be honest for a moment here — I put burners (folks who go to Burning Man) in the same bucket as fundamentalist preachy-types. There’s a certain enlightened holier-than-thou righteousness that comes with these self-reliant desert humans that I don’t quite understand and certainly can’t relate to. Man, was I in for a big awakening when I drove through the Burning Man gates.
What better way to mark my first Canadian Thanksgiving back on home soil, than to hang with family on ‘the Rock’ b’y? Yes, a visit to Newfoundland was long overdue and I was looking forward to rekindling my relationship with the east coast.
The months-long run of endless sunny Vancouver days was bound to come to an end, and so it did. Here I sit, bundled in warm blankets, listening to the rain fall outside. Pitter patter.
Most posts at BRBdoingstuff are about remote dodgy places or ill-advised feats of athleticism, so it may come as a surprise that I recently enjoyed a classy trip to Europe!
When you get into alpine climbing no one tells you that summit day starts well before the sun rises. Every minute saved by rolling out of camp early could mean the difference between summiting and disappointment.
Alas, I found myself in that familiar place again, groggily emerging from my sleeping bag and questioning my own sanity.
Ever wonder what it’s like to drive a 16 foot moving truck (that’s been around since Jesus walked the earth) towing a car for 3,641km?
I tested it so you don’t have to.
We’re taking a break from our normal programming at BRBdoingstuff to share our personal heartbreak with you, and a lesson that we’ve learned along the way.
For those of you who check out BRBdoingstuff on the reg, you will know that Big Bend is my favorite national park in the US! That’s why I saved the best for last on my latest road trip across the Southwest.
Although my thawing grumpster self was happy to leave behind the tundra of Saguaro Park, I couldn’t help but think it would be lovely to return with the cactus in bloom and no risk of rogue snowstorms.
Ah, the face of someone who insists snowstorms never happen in the desert.
Coincidentally also the face of someone learning a valuable lesson. Why, as it turns out snowstorms can, and do, happen in the desert. Funny one guys, a real knee slapper!