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A collection of stories, photos, and musings from life drifting west.
White Sands National Monument is hands-down one of the coolest places in America.Want to go somewhere that feels utterly otherworldly? Looking for a wild sensory experience? Ready to have your mind blown? Wander out into these stark-white gypsum sand dunes in southern New Mexico, and I guarantee it will be nothing short of transformative.
We always think that a “survival scenario” won’t happen to us - but it can happen to anyone, at any time. It’s good to take some minor precautions to be ready, just in case. So to help you out, here is a list of items that I recommend to keep in your car during these winter months, with links to each. I’ve tried to keep the price low but quality high – and when your life is on the line, an extra $100 is probably worth it.
When a cloud evaporates, where does it go? A great huddled mass, swirling, spinning, drifting, and whirling; a marvelous spectacle in this grand world, here for only a finite time, hovering in the great blue ecstasy until its time is passed - its edges withering, shrinking, disappearing in a fire of passion, dancing and exalting as they catch their final light, disappearing from sight. Not gone, just transitioned - onto another phase, into the great mystic.
Heeding to the ways of the road, all sense of control must be surrendered, and in doing so, you lose the sense to resist. Zen roadways opening you up in ways unimaginable, and freeing you from the confines of the limitless mind.
When I can’t get out on long epics, Microadventures sustain me. Whether out for a year or just a morning, the boundaries of adventure lie beyond the time spent outdoors, and the effects last far beyond those. So, here’s a microsalute to microadventures.
We crushed miles and the miles crushed us; we slammed beers and, in return, got slammed by said beers. We somehow managed to be the only team actually partying through the night, and we faced harsh judgement by those not celebrating with us. We endured altitude sickness, exhaustion, and general drunkenness. We fought and battled together and ultimately had an unforgettable weekend which left us hobbling.
Is it healthy to push yourself over a steep snowy hillside with two planks attached to your feet, shouting a loud “yeah buddy” as you plunge into the intimidating? I don’t really know, but I know that each time I’ve edged my skis over the crest, I’ve learned something profound – not necessarily about skiing, but about myself.
As the roadtrip was wrapping up, I had come up with an idea for the apex – A Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim traverse of the Grand Canyon. A 45-50 mile endeavor with 20,000 feet of elevation change, descending a vertical mile down to the Colorado River, climbing a vertical mile to the other rim, then repeating. The idea was conceived, and so it was decided.
We have some really good days out here – damn beautiful ones. There are moments of such sheer perfection and joy that you just can’t keep a grin off your face. It’s a level of happiness that I don’t think I knew before I moved out here, and one which I certainly didn’t know before I decided to upend my life four years ago.