Power of Chance

The hardest question to answer when your endurance is most taxed is this: "Do I really want to keep going?" Anyone with a sense of adventure says sure, yes, but Ben Brook brings a good deal of exhaustion on. Duck one fallen tree, scramble over the next, and under again. The power of chance compels me. Will I come to some old cabin, a lonesome gravestone, a gnarled old tree? Perhaps this endeavor ends in failure, like many others do. I follow as many leads as I go randomly wandering. I'm often asked how I make so many discoveries, and a big part of that is slowly eliminating everywhere I haven't been on the map. When it comes to the Annapolis Valley area, I've been within a few hundred metres of everywhere. These chaotic lines connecting dots become a way to feel familiar. Dragging my friendly face to the places that've never seen me, and saying: "Hey, but don't I belong?"

 

March 21, 2025

East Margaretsville, Nova Scotia

 

Year 18, Day 6340 of my daily journal.

 

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