Photo Gallery
I carted these around for years. In photo albums, in a large, heavy container. I am a minimalist at heart (thank you age of digital storage!). After scanning the worthy ones, they all got buried in the ground in a sealed container. Here's a tiny sliver of a peek into a fellow traveller's world ...
In the graveyard at Curragh’s mine site near Faro, Yukon (1989).
The marge of Lake Laberge, Yukon River (1990).
Off the Dempster Hwy, YT: Who’s Next? (faintly)(1990).
Climbing Sheep Mountain, above Kluane Lake, YT (1991).
Like a bat out of Fulford Harbour: Salt Spring Island (SSI), BC (1995).
SSI (Panty-) Hosers (1995).
Safety first, children: SSI (1998).
Idyllic Salt Spring sanctuary (1998).
Off to the pub in autumn attire, SSI (1998).
Pantomime dwarves in rehearsal, SSI (1999).
Himalayan Lang Tang range, Nepal (1995).
Rural scene near Chitwan National Park, Nepal (1995).
Sunset Singhas on the River Kwai, Thailand (1996).
Rare indoor campsite (BC) while cycling across Canada (1998).
Man small, tree big: Pacific Coast cycle-tour (2000).
Brother 'Bont' checking depth in Canyonlands, Utah (2001).
Magical, isolated, one-lane road in the mountains of Argentina (2002).
Typical, rural Argentinian scene (2002).
Check your brake pads: fast, free ride down into Chile (2002).
Weighing our options in Valparaiso, Chile (2002).
'Goin Mobile' (again) for a couple of years (2002).
A peek inside (2002).
Hiking off California Hwy 178: beauty (2003).
Mountain Lookout (2004).
Cold days in Sylvan Lake, AB (2005).
Smoke-man running across the horizon: from a fire tower (2004).
Local youngsters and a salivating dog (2005).
Hitching days: where I slept in Penticton, BC (1991)
Red Deer to Drumheller, AB via canoe (2006).
Hiking Bryce Canyon, Utah (2008)
Breakfast in Joshua Tree National Park, California (2008).
Car-camping at the Kelso Dunes, California (2008).
Death Valley view from the low point of Badwater (2008).
Small head in a big (Grand) Canyon (2008).
Exercising with a local at a fire tower (2009).
Patriotic Cuban bakers and their man (2011).
Colourful beast of burden (2011).
What a touring cyclist in Cuba snacks on (2011).
A common reaction to my Spanish (2011).
The universal language (2011).
A day on the road in Cuba (2011).
Tropical fertile (2011).
Cuba personified (2011).
Buckethead’s cousin in for the night with Hemingway. (2011).
Cuban blue (2011).
Off-road mountain biking, Lake Havasu, AZ (2012).
“See them? Near the barn … it looks like the farmer and his wife have lost something in the hay.” (2013)
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“Who the hell took my peanuts? They were right there on the counter!” (2014).
From a lightning strike, only two kms from the tower (2014).
Ominous-looking mammata (2015).
Some actually like the smell (2015).
Taken from the tower: just beyond my driveway (2017).
Lush New Zealand green (North Island): 3 months on 2 wheels (2013).
A Canadian talks to Germans about a Jamaican in New Zealand (2013).
Scented Maori warrior (2013).
Biker beware: cycle around NZ long enough and you will get wet -- often (2013).
Breathtaking Milford Sound (2013).
The land of a thousand beautiful landscape shots (2013).
Saucer-y lenticular clouds approaching Mt. Cook (2013).
Sharing my final day in NZ with a red-head, Scrumpy and a cold (hence the oranges (& cider)) (2013).
Javelina meets kayaker in Topock Marsh, AZ (2016).
On Lake Mead looking at the Hoover Dam (2016).
Apache Lake, AZ: one of the most glorious days I've ever spent on the planet (2017).
Apache Lake almost all to myself (2017).
Don’t let the title fool you. Although exotic dancing shoes and drug and alcohol fuelled fiascos play their part - often humorous or horrifying (which one, exactly, depends on the disposition of the reader) - Pearson’s memoir has depth and is peppered with heartwarming and occasionally heartbreaking tales.
Miss Nude Canada’s Shoes collects tales ranging from Pearson’s childhood in Small Town Canada in the seventies to adventures abroad as a young adult. The subject matter of the stories is as vast as their geography. From bullying and mental illness, to paranormal mysteries of the Universe, to harrowing international adventures and, closer to home, life or death paddles on the Yukon River. The result: a compelling, distinctly Canadiana read.