This is going to seem cheesy, or, well, overblown, but I was really missing my Adventure Journal. I switched to a new mac and somehow didn’t manage to bring all my bookmarks along with me, also switching from Firefox to Chrome. For awhile, I revelled in the adventure of re-discovering the links I liked, figuring that if I loved it that much, I wouldn’t lose it.
Well, I have been searching for this one since August. Often weekly, generally consistently, struggling to remember the name. I thought it was Mountain Journal: totally different thing. I put in keywords, I traced link through link hoping to catch it. I jumped randomly and racked my brain.
Each of these sessions ended with a tiny internal pain. The streamlined web design. Their weekly cabins.. The humour and humorous polls. Sigh. Inner pain. Sigh.
I found it today. I found it I FOUND it.
An inner, visceral, buried under my rib cage ball of pleasure. I am so happy. I can feel that happiness flowing through me warmly, the anticipation of FOUR MONTHS of essays, commentary, videos and photography. And I just discovered they are putting out a print quarterly, with articles and photos not found online. I am sold. Subscription booked, international shipping fee paid, bookmark made.
Its like coming home.