Welcome to Dogfish Journal
Now home to occasional observations about the wild world around me, Dogfish Journal began as a travelogue of my amazing 2011 trip to India.
Click here for the first on the ground post of that trip, or use the navigation above for the trip in four broad chapters.
Here’s the backstory.
Dogfish Journal is the log of the enormous transition that began to overtake me in 2011. A transition that had been calling for months, years. And finally came gurgling out from deep inside of me in the form of a resignation letter (ending a job of 14½ years, pausing a career of 20) and an application for an India travel visa (for weeks of solo travel in a wild part of the world I’d only dreamed about visiting).
For the 20 years leading up to this I’d worked loyally and continuously, taken short paid breaks, and traveled modestly (though never alone). But mostly worked.
The adventure was both an outward journey into the wide wild world and inward one into my own foreign heart—thus coined my billgrimage. Making this blog not just a travelogue, but a platform for egregious self-disclosure.
Which brings me to, why Dogfish? The title comes from a Mary Oliver poem of the same name, excerpted here:
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
for a little while.
Also I wanted
to be able to love. And we all know
how that one goes,
And you’ll appreciate this bit:
You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
So… true enough. I’ll do my best to keep shameless self-exploration to a minimum and focus on the experience of finding my way across northern India. I certainly do want to share my journey with you so please check in regularly if you’re interested, and even subscribe if you’d like to be notified of updates along the way.