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photo essay: westward bound


Sixty-five degrees & overcast feels incredibly restful and refreshing. Flannel, jeans & boots. North country. I'm into it.

new horizons

(by Erin Poettcker via)

The lessons we learn from the wild become the etiquette of freedom. We can enjoy our humanity with it's flashy brains and sexual buzz, it's social cravings and stubborn tantrums, and take ourselves as no more and no less than another being in the Big Watershed. We can accept each other all as barefoot equals sleeping on the same ground. We can give up hoping to be eternal and quit fighting dirt. We can chase off mosquitoes and fence out varmints without hating them. No expectations, alert and sufficient, grateful and careful, generous and direct. A calm and clarity attend us in the moment we are wiping the grease off our hands between tasks and glancing up at the passing clouds. Another joy is finally sitting down to have coffee with a friend. The wild requires that we learn the terrain, nod to all the plants and animals and birds, ford the streams and cross the ridges, and tell a good story when we get back home.
-- Gary Snyder, The Practice of the Wild


Less than 48 hours until I arrive in Eureka, California. Getting really excited for warm reunions, cold nights & giant redwoods.