the other fork in the road
navigating life via acute corners, wrong turns and dead ends.
Category: Travel
punching through boundaries
You’re starting when? But the desert will be too hot by then! You’ll die out there! You’re not skipping the Sierras? Haven’t you heard about all the snow? The rivers are raging! You’ll die out there! It hasn’t been an easy year for the…
the cheese stands alone
Somewhere deep in the wilderness of Connecticut on the Appalachian Trail, I had to go. Emily and I were taking a lunch break right before a steep, rocky five-mile descent, and this was pretty much my last chance. I scurried a bit further…
living the van life
Six weeks ago, from a sailboat in the middle of the Bahamas, the Purple Squirrel sent an email to The Other Fork in the Road, crossing oceans and continents before reaching me in the Arctic Circle, and now I live in his van. Sometimes…
Purple Squirrel
In between traveling Europe and hiking the Appalachian Trail, my consulting firm offered me a part time gig recruiting folks. In that extremely short week I learned two valuable bits of information: active recruiting is not my thing, and the meaning of the purple…
How Much Prepping Can A Prepper Prep?
I’ve been seated next to some interesting folks over countless miles across the skies, but my absolute favorite to date was next to a cargo pilot from California, let’s call him Bob. I took one look at him and just knew he was a talker….
the road trip
Back when I played with Barbies, the accessory I wanted most for my main gal was that sweet red Barbie Ferrari convertible. Why? So she wasn’t stuck in my room and could explore other places (duh). I get claustrophobic on tiny islands. On a boat…
the wind beneath my wings
“And in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.” ~The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera My younger sister is pregnant with her first child and like every mama-to-be, has…
the colors of my mind
Have you ever flown across America? I have. Way too many times, really. Every week I fly from Wisconsin to California, California to Wisconsin. Before that, life on the road regularly transported me to New York, Atlanta, Portland, Los Angeles, and countless cities in between….
a heart and a brain
“If you’re not a liberal when you’re 25, you have no heart. If you’re not a conservative by the time you’re 35, you have no brain.” Or so they say. No matter who is given the credit, that oft misquoted quote always bothered me,…
dear mr. trump: it’s not what you did, it’s how you did it
Ever hear that phrase, It’s not what you said, it’s how you said it? I got that a lot growing up. I think I had a problem with tone (as in, I only had one, and it was what we call, “snotty”). Or have…
