Every time I bounced off of the pavement and flew through the air I was forced to smile.
I was far from lost, I just didn’t know where the trail was…
It's just a hop, skip, and a jump.
Go pee careful not to sink up to thighs in fresh powder
Leaving town heading uphill with a fully loaded trailer made me feel like some sort of out of shape half assed Rick Hansen impersonator.
The dark blue waters were icy cold, the wind was howling in my ears, and the set waves seemed like giants hungry for a banana boat meal.
They’re drunk and don't see me!!! ahhhhh
I immediately realize that Markus’s perception of “close to shore” is much different that my own, and drastically different than my Dad’s.
As long as the wind did not pick up and swamp us from the rear, we were looking good.
I pray for strong roots and deep mycorrhizal associations. Change is inevitable, and it comes from way deep down. We are the roots. Routes of change!
he will tell me not to do it because it was the most painful and hardest thing he has ever done
Camping Pro Tip: Use some canoe lines as a whip to lash out at the perpetrators
I think that there is maybe a one percent chance that I will die on this five year journey around the planet without a motor.
Puddle Boarding in Tofino