was bouncing around like crazy and ready to rip apart the dock at any moment.
I asked the universe what I should do but I couldn’t hear the answer over the rattling lines and waves smashing off the hull.
as soon as I got on deck the wind jumped from 15 to 30 knots with sideways hail to top it off! It’s moments like these that you wish you could share with a buddy.
Rather than simply provide a handout, we provide a hand-up for those who choose to better their circumstances and themselves.
Little did I know that the little scrape on my knee would end up being the biggest issue of the journey to date.
solar panel covered in shit! Spotting a large unidentified marine mammal, a few flying fish, and a flying squid brightened up the crappy start to the day.
Soon after I was shocked out of my slump when I got the surprising news
I was officially marooned on the most remote island chain on the planet.
I would then crawl along the deck as the boat was tossed like a rubber ducky in the 5m seas.
will choose to let their body be ripped from their head before they loosen their blood sucking chompers.
It's just a hop, skip, and a jump.
It was raining at sea level but by the time I made it up to the pass I was biking beside a snow plow.
They turned around and backed off, but they had read my bluff
My heart was pounding in my chest. This was by far the most fearful moment of the journey.
Go pee careful not to sink up to thighs in fresh powder
I found myself staring into the eyes of a cow moose and her calf.
Apart from cycling on the suicidal highways this seemed to be the most dangerous move of the trip.
I was far from lost, I just didn’t know where the trail was…
Every time I bounced off of the pavement and flew through the air I was forced to smile.
Leaving town heading uphill with a fully loaded trailer made me feel like some sort of out of shape half assed Rick Hansen impersonator.
I immediately realize that Markus’s perception of “close to shore” is much different that my own, and drastically different than my Dad’s.
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 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
As long as the wind did not pick up and swamp us from the rear, we were looking good.