My three month bike tour was an education in independence – both in venturing out on a voyage powered by my own two feet, but also in venturing away from dependence on the power structures that govern so much of our lives.
A last minute gut decision has transported me back to Toronto for a while. Despite being homeless, it feels good to be home.
Despite yearning for the countryside, the experiences I am having in the Big Apple are priceless. Making new friends and living more like the locals has made this a visit like no other.
Boston isn’t as big and bad as I thought it would be. Staying in Cambridge, I join the throngs of students in their pursuit of knowledge…but my classes are held in kitchens and on urban farms.
As I reach the halfway mark of my trip, I find myself at a turning point in more ways than one. After several weeks of being caught up in a slew of new experiences (and not blogging much in case it wasn’t obvious) I am heading west, now with more confidence and a renewed sense of adventure.
Time has been tight lately so here’s a quick synopsis of the last two weeks. More to come when I have some time to write!
I could write 5 blog posts for all that I experienced in the fine city of Halifax, but I’m now enjoying sunning myself on the rocky shores of Mahone Bay. So for now, in keeping with my ‘write-less-live-more’ philosophy, I’ll keep this to the point.
Here’s a BIG thanks to the following people and places in Halifax for making this week great.
I rolled up to Tide Mill Farm in Maine on a sunny afternoon in late July. Within moments of my arrival, I had jumped into my first real encounter with a livestock farm… from milking cows, to slaughtering chickens. I even shot a video of how they slaughter the chickens, which I urge you to watch if you’ve never seen this happen before.
After my first month on the road, it’s time for some restrategizing as I think I am sometimes in over my head with the ambitions I first set out with.
Quite the random turn of events…A ride through rains speeds me to Maine, where I enjoy a couple nights in a hotel, my first lobster dinner, and I stumble upon some unexpected food activists who put me to work.
As much as this trip is about food, it is even more so about the people. My bike brings me up to Hardwick, Vermont where I am impressed by the budding local food system, but even more taken by the power of community and good conversation.
Hidden away in the remote hills of Northern Vermont lives the semi-surreal world of Bread & Puppet… politically charge theater that will fuel your fire for revolution.
Some deep reflecting on how I want to live my life on this bike trip gives rise to a re-evaluation of how connected to technology I want to be. (Warning: This may not be good news for my most loyal blog readers!)
Booting around Burlington on a bike was made easy thanks to its progressive programs and trails. Plus, I discover that this city’s got it goin’ on when it comes to food.
Another really hot day is tempered with not one, but TWO swims in Lake Champlain. The next day I trade biking in for farming and enjoy a visit at Blue Heron Farm where good food and hard work are the ingredients for a better world.