I make no bones about it, I enjoy Mark Twain.
I haven’t read every piece he ever wrote, but I have a lifetime to get them all done, but suffice to say that those I have read, I enjoy. 297 more words
People like the edges of things.
Newfoundland is all about the edges, the seacoasts that positively shout, “How’s she goin’, baey, I’m rugged.” There’s not much in the middle except people rushing to get to the sides and the corners and the pointy parts jutting into the sea that, for the record, is cold. 664 more words
As I write this, I am camping by myself for the very first time. Flying solo, as it were, like Meriwether Lewis, Neil Armstrong, Butch Cassidy, and other classic American frontiersmen who ventured forth to become men without fathers to pitch the tent or girlfriends to chop the firewood. 748 more words
Hostel life is great, there is no doubt about that. It is an entertaining, social, and economical way to go about traveling which many people enjoy. 849 more words