Is not always what it may seem to be. If you have more freedom, you also face more challenges. We might think that an incarcerated being has many more barriers, but look at the size of the rooms and buildings in which they remain. Now, look at the size of your own freedom to travel. … Continue reading “Freedom”
In the hospital emergency corridor everything was too brilliant and I did not want to look down at my body. I could not feel it. I could not move it. The physical pain was gone. But a horror much worse had replaced the pain. A million knives ice and fire, electrified, would have felt better. … Continue reading “I Thought I Was Dead”
I am considering hitting the PCT again. I am selling my van, and then I am going afoot with money in the bank regardless.
“Problem” scare quotes as intentional ridicule. Easy to solve. You make border travel totally legal, and you have a special wage, maybe half, even a quarter, minimum wage, call it the, “limited work visa wage.” Now, if they try to get jobs using that cheap wage as an incentive, their own people who have full … Continue reading “The Illegal Immigrant “Problem””
I have had many of epiphanies. So when I say “The” epiphany, I mean to single this one out as something particularly magnificent. Epiphanies seem to come in a sequence, each one unlocking new possibilities, but also seemingly never ending, no resting place, always moving. Yet finally, now, a break away from orbit new knowing! … Continue reading “The Epiphany”
Fresno is not my home any more. I maintain an address here. It is where I have family. I have stuff stored there with an office and a mat for my visits. But wow. It was sketchy getting here. I was in more danger in LA than anywhere out in the wild. Out of money … Continue reading “Safe Now, Not Home”
Exhausted. I want to go to bed. I am short 40 bucks for a train ticket and everyone I know is asleep. There is nowhere to rest. Just now, yet another security guard approached me and warned me yet again. What an awful place.
I am still in Campo. The bus does not come until Monday. I spent two nights outlaw camping here. In fact, as I write this,, I am outside under an oak in the dripping wet pre-dawn edge of light by a creek on the very slab of granite you see in the photo. A century … Continue reading “Stories In The Stones”
Camp Lockett in Campo, California is where I am spending the night. It is an old ranch that hosts PCT hikers. They have experienced people who give talks and a pancake breakfast. Also, bathrooms and a charging station. Camp Lockett is now a non profit event place. And they still do horses. I will talk … Continue reading “Safe In Camp”
Three days to go seven miles. Wow. Water becomes a serious problem when you run out yet are too exhausted to make it to the next source. Five times I walked a one mile stretch of hot desert trail, up and down. This because first my advance was sent back to get water, and then … Continue reading “Fainting Up The Mountain”