Introduction
The vagaries of blog composition are predicated on the expectation that there is a large audience of active followers. Those people are enthralled by the story, waiting for any and all updates, and so will want to be able to come to the blog and see the newest post first.
While it is my sincere hope that you are indeed enthralled by what follows, I made a conscious choice to hold off on any sort of social media blasting about this tale while I went. After all: this grand trek of mine, which saw me successfully achieve my aims of hitting all the US states AND all the Canadian provinces, in a row, by myself, in a camping rig I designed and fabricated myself… I was a busy man. No need to dilute the chance at intensive introspection and an unparalleled catalyst for growth in mind, body, and spirit… by lashing myself to a schedule for posting things online. The blog is now (3/5/2019) done, more than 3.5 months after returning. Without hesitation, the best choice in my life may have been the intentional delay of composing and polishing this chronicle only AFTER I was back home from the grand trek.
So, given that this was all written in short order and after the fact, you will want to start in 1 of 2 places:
- Interested in the why/what/how of my conjuring up the dreams for this trip? Want to learn more about exactly what prompted my design choices in the camping rig, or why I settled on the vehicle I got? Go here, to the actual beginning of the blog.
- Not into the technical nitty gritty, or just absolutely itching to soak in the stories of going, well, everywhere in a row? Go here, to Day 1 for the grand trek itself.
Either way, just know that the only thing I don’t like about this blog’s visual theme… is the VERY subtle “next post button.” I suggest using one of the links above, as it will only load a post at a time (which is vital, especially if on a cell phone, due to the number of images). Then, you scroll all the way down and look above the “Leave a Reply” box, you will see a tiny bit of of text with a rightward arrow – this is how to see the next post sequentially. As an example:
OK.
Having completed an introduction to navigating the walls of text and flurry of photos ahead of you, to help situate you with what happened at the beginning of all of this, that leads me to…
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… After The Fact (full photo album here)
1) The star of this blog, the truck itself, shall take the spotlight one more time. The DIY camping rig I put together had far surpassed even my most expansive hopes for it. Merely surviving the trip would have been great; all the more satisfying to return home and be ready to depart the next day with no qualms or gear-related concerns.
You shall understand my sadness at knowing, only a few days after returning, that I needed to jump on the fortuitous timing at hand and get the camping gear removed to give me back my normal truck again.
So… my Titan XD saddled up one last time in the trip mode, just with a trailer behind me:
In a symmetry which felt right, I ended the trip (2 days after returning) at the same warehouse where I had initially departed for the trip, on Day 1. In the same bay where the ridiculous bumpers got installed, at the warehouse where my friend Ethan works, I returned to again be the gracious recipient of their heavy industrial aid. Rather than the heart-rending efforts involved in unbolting and disassembling the constituent components of the camping platform, Ethan’s crew helped me with their forklift to remove the entire assembly at once…
… and set it down onto the trailer for very careful transportation home:
Simply put, then, the Titan XD, my trusty mechanical steed for such an intense number of miles… had run the race and succeeded. In the weeks and months since I have returned, I always feel a swell of pride and satisfaction when I walked towards my truck. It is a battering ram, it is a tank, and most of it is proven. Just as my DIY designs delighted me each day on the trip.
My sentiments about my truck were totemic for a goodly portion of my sentiments in general, at trip’s end. I felt bittersweet, with so much filling my heart and soul, and also with such a profound letdown reflex hitting me like a hurricane made of bricks.
2) Returning to friends, family, work, and routine. Returning November 18th meant that I was returning right on time for Thanksgiving, which was generous with down time for most people from their jobs and thus a higher chance to catch up with me. At the same time, I was frankly struggling with the effort of settling back into any of the old routines. But I did all I could do – I tried and kept on trying.
Sometimes it was easy – just bring a can of beer from Nunavut, a gift from the master brewer, to share at the Thanksgiving table…
… but that was the exception. I found myself assaulted by noise first and foremost; and then second of all, by proximity to so many people. A lot of them I care deeply about, but I was coming back from a 4 month span where I could count my time in close proximity to people on 2 hands. There was something similarly stressful at work, once I had returned. People were warm and welcoming, openly excited to see me back in the office… but for the first time in my life, I had to gently tell people that I was simply overwhelmed by the breadth of social overload at hand, after so much time alone. Graciously, they all understood – but there is some lesson to the sensation of feeling overwhelmed by social contact for the first time in my life.
In the early days and weeks after my return, I have to admit that I struggled. Sometimes a lot, too. There was a big amount of adjusting to do, and frankly I was allowing myself no time to unpack my thoughts and feelings. This blog was the second step – my first was to do an insane amount of work getting all the innumerable photos from the trip wrangled into organized format. This work took a great many dozens of hours over the 3 months it took to finish this blog.
At the same time – I was continually reaffirmed by coworkers and friends, and even some loose acquaintances… all reporting the same thing. They all looked at me and made a comment to the effect of “you look like you’re at peace” or “you’ve found peace” – and this sat right with me. I was not especially close to making sense of my whole trek. But my gut reaction confirmed their appraisal of my countenance. Then, as now, I still could not tell you exactly which mile marker or highway intersection or mountain peak did it… but I found myself a sizable chunk of peace while traveling. Returning and the discomfort which accompanied it… this only further highlighted the value of the time away, in the wilderness, spent interrogating my spirit about the questions too deep for words. I encountered a quote in a book I read on the trek, about the Drake Equation (considering the possibility of alien civilizations in the universe) and there was a poignant passage explaining how this explanatory equation
“Before Drake, the scientific consideration of exo-civilizations was unfocused. What existed was a mix of unconnected musings in scientific journals, books, and popular articles. There was no structure for building a coherent program of study, either through theory or observations. By breaking the big question into seven smaller questions, Drake crafted a useful way to think about the problem that also left scientists something they could work on. It gave them something to do.”
So: in driving and thinking and driving and sleeping and hiking and driving… I too had broken the big questions beyond words into smaller, more manageable unanswerable questions. From such an unlikely turn of events, and without any plan to achieving it, I had nevertheless found peace.
3) An eye to the horizon and the future ahead.
Vehicular satisfaction and pride in my DIY prowess; underscored by the background hum of an ever-deeper peace.
Imagine my delight at being able to share one other aspect to how the trip had caused me to grow. Along with all the other crap packed into and onto the truck, I had departed Ohio with a pair of mighty big questions. I was consumed, really, with years spent on each of them:
- What am I meant to do with my life, in terms of my sense of calling?
- Where am I meant to go and live, even in the shorter term (either in support of or in spite of the question of vocation)?
I had the tiniest sliver of hope that I might come back 4 months later and have at least a slight improvement on my ability to answer one of those questions, or even just a glimmer of a direction to pursue.
Within 20 days of departure, I had reached and explored a goodly portion of Alaska, and I had absolutely fallen in love with the place. People had joked up front about my struggling to leave, but it had played out just like that. I continued on the trip, slowly feeling the ardor of an Alaskan trajectory slip away into the fog of old emotion. You’ll imagine my surprise, therefore, when my plane flight back from Iqaluit to Ottawa, I was struck out of nowhere by the most intense feeling of confirmation about Alaska. Iqaluit has a few key attributes shared with Fairbanks (intense climate, ruggedly self-reliant people, and more besides). Those modalities resonated enough to slap me across the face and heart, and I was able to deplane with my carry-on in my hand and my heart filled to the brim with affirmation.
If for no other reason, then, I will confirm this some 3 months later… the trip was worth all of the hassle and cost solely to learn and accept that in the shorter term, I *need* to move to Alaska. I do not think it will be forever; quite the opposite, I think I will soak in a few years and be ready to reengage with the noise of the world I need to escape for a time. But there is the simplified diamond found in the rough of so many miles.
The executive summary for this whole blog, because it is the heart of the trip? I have a calling in my heart and soul to live in Alaska in the near future, because it is a place where my daily life would be filled with the adventure and scale of silence and wilderness which feeds my spirit.
Along the way I was asked if I would do it again or differently – of course there would be changes. But yes, I very much intend on a worthy sequel trek in my future. That is a different blog post, on a different travel blog. For now, I have finished. This is the end, my friends. It is my sincere hope that you have enjoyed the journey with me.
To end this blog of a few hundred thousand words, I defer to the concise wisdom of a lonely construction size in French, encountered along rough roads in far north remote Quebec:
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Epilogue: (this space is reserved to link to the next trip blog to come, eventually.)