Twenty years ago, I built a small wagon in my friend Mel Wyatt’s garage, hauled it and my mule Polly to Neptune, Saskatchewan, hitched Polly to the wagon and headed south. My dream was to follow the path of an ancient sea, the Western Interior Seaway, from Canada to Mexico. I’d film the whole voyage myself. That meant no crew, no drones, no AI, no cell phone and no GPS. Just some paper maps, two movie cameras, Polly, and our… Continue reading →