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camping out for twenty one pilots: a guide

hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.

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Undesignated camping permits mean having an entire drainage to yourself in the park they also mean brutally long days of bushwhacking and the exhaustion that comes with never having sure footing. Three long hard good days in the backcountry. Mother Nature is something else. Lots more of the trip to come.

what if the fake ah crew were like. all kids in a camp on the same lake as camp campbell

Imagine it though.

-Michael and Gavin (try to) steal like, a boat from camp campbell in the middle of the night. They get caught by the Quarter Master and he takes them to David and Gwen. Gwen is pissed the fuck off and asks them what camp they are from so she can get in touch with the counselors there. Michael says they are part of “The Fake AH Crew” and that they are criminal masterminds. Nobody takes him seriously so David suggests they spend the night at the camp and they can go searching for their camp in the morning. Gwen agrees and Michael and Gavin spend the night locked in the attic, because Gwen doesn’t trust them anywhere else.

-Come morning (more like 9 am) everybody is screaming and when David and Gwen take a look outside they notice a bunch more kids that don’t go to camp campbell, all armed with nerf guns and shooting at the campers. Gwen is fed up and decides to confront them. Geoff announces he is the leader and states that he knows they (Gwen and David) have taken Michael and Gavin hostage. The counselors are confused, David is scared, but he tries to calm things down, saying it was “just a misunderstanding, we didn’t take your friends hostage.” He gets shot by Ryan (”Ryan no, you’re not supposed to shoot, the gun is for show, you’re on a murder break!” Geoff says.)

-The Fake AH Crew tie up Gwen and David, asking them where Michael and Gavin are. They aren’t being taken seriously, so Ryan pulls out a Very Real Knife and that gets them to talk. After learning the whereabouts of their crew members, the crew breaks open the attic door, they retrieve Michael and Gavin, threaten David and Gwen one more time, and all ride away on the boat they rode in on.

-Later, Nurf cuts the counselors out of the rope and then they all have bit of a discussion on the matter, which includes Nikki saying “those guys were so cool!” and Max making fun of Gwen and David for “getting tied up by a bunch of kids AGAIN.”

-The Fake AH Crew actually takes themselves very seriously, like, they really think they are some threatening gang. They are just very into their play pretend they dont see it as a game. Those nerf guns? Real guns. That plastic yellow necklace Gavin wears? 24K Gold. They have ascended Nerris level of delusion, they ARE The Fake AH crew and they don’t have anyone telling them what to do. Except for counselors Burnie, Matt and Gus.

-Their camp is actually technically illegal, that’s why it’s so small and secret. The counselors don’t have any type of permission to have a camp, kind of like running a daycare in your house without a permit. The “camp” is just a bunch of tents, they have a grill and a campfire, and at least once a week a counselor has to go into town to buy more food, they do bring along a couple campers though, in case they are too low on money, those kids can steal exceptionally well.

-The Fake AH Crew consists of about 10 members (Geoff, Ryan, Jack, Michael, Gavin, Jeremy, Lindsay, Mica, Matt, and Treyco) There were more, but Meg’s mom wanted her to join the Flower Scouts instead, and Ray’s parents thought the conditions of the camp were shit, so instead of letting him be apart of it 2 years in a row, they let him stay home alone during the summer. The crew still pours out a little of their juice boxes in memory, then they had to stop because Burnie didn’t have enough money for them to waste anymore than a drop.

A third track, “Some Kind of Love,” offered a chance to meet a longtime hero, Brian Eno. The song was written over an Eno instrumental, but his camp wouldn’t permit the Killers to release it. “We tried to change the song,” says Flowers, “but we could never make it as good.” Shortly before the album was mastered, Flowers enlisted mutual friends to email and text Eno: “Just at least let me talk to him and explain it.” Finally, he got Eno on the phone, and permission was quickly secured.

Their conversation offered something else: the opportunity to clear up a perceived slight. Flowers was told that Eno had declined to produce the Killers’ second album, Sam’s Town. “For 11 years, every time I’ve gone on stage or put my pen to paper, I’ve carried with me that I’m not good enough for Brian Eno,” says Flowers. “So I said to him, ‘Were you asked to do Sam’s Town ?’ He said no. Who knows if it was some shady move from my record label or whatever, but that felt good.”

Brandon Flowers for Newsweek

anonymous asked:

Fic prompt: eclipse! Today's actually my birthday and I'm so excited to see the eclipse! How about Jack and Bitty somewhere on vacation seeing the cool eclipse. Georgia or somewhere with better visibility? Xx

Oh, this is a lovely prompt.  Thank you, anon.  I hope you like it. Have a wonderful birthday and enjoy your special day. <3


They had obtained their camping permits months ahead of time, planning well in advance for the trip. The seven hour drive from Madison to Shenandoah National Park was a peaceful one. Jack and Bitty quietly enjoyed the scenery as it danced past them.  They stopped at a small diner for lunch.  They devoured peaches from a roadside farm stand as Jack took a picture of Bitty who laughed while juices dripped down his hand.

They continued the drive and then the Blue Ridge Mountains appeared before them as they got closer.

“I had no idea they actually looked blue,” Jack said with quiet awe.

Bitty smiled.  He adored how Jack still had this natural sense of wonder in him. Whenever he’d see something inspiring, something in nature, something that made him question, he lit up in a way Bitty could never get enough of.

“It’s the trees, sweetheart.  They affect the atmosphere and make them a hazy blue.  Pretty, right?”

Jack nodded and looked at the horizon, eyes wide.

They’d arrived five days before the solar eclipse and would camp out, exploring the park, finding quiet amongst the anonymity of the trees, the blind eyes of the clouds, and coolness of the streams.

After setting up their tent, Jack and Bitty hiked along a trail.  They had been warned by Suzanne that it would be hot, but it wasn’t. The days had a certain dew to them that clung to their skin, and the mosquitoes – in a rare display of courtesy – hadn’t even bothered to show up.

They ate sandwiches and fruit, they crossed streams, and watched birds.

“That one right there is a tufted titmouse,” Bitty said as he handed Jack the binoculars.  Jack smirked at the name as he lifted the binoculars to his eyes.

“It’s pretty, Bits.”

“Mmm…” Bitty said watching it jump from branch to branch.  “I think there are hummingbirds here, too.  Maybe we’ll see one if we’re lucky.”

They sat on a giant boulder they had climbed and looked at the valley below, neither of them saying a word but just studying the horizon ahead, in love with life and one another.  They listened to everything around them, and nothing at all.

That night, Jack poked at their campfire with a stick watching the flames jump and spark.  He became mesmerized by its dance, feeling tranquility wash over him yet again.  Bitty came up behind him and curled himself around Jack, long legs wrapping around his body.  

“Look up at the sky, sweet pea,” Bitty whispered in Jack’s ear, lips brushing against his lobe.

Jack gazed up at the vast dark blanket which enveloped them, shimmering with thousands and thousands of stars.  He inhaled sharply and squeezed Bitty’s hands.  

Jack still wasn’t used to this night sky overhead, it almost frightened him – to feel that small, that insignificant in the grand scheme of it all.  Bitty hooked his chin over Jack’s shoulder and whispered, “It’s okay though, cause we’re traveling through this world together.”  

Jack closed his eyes and smiled, he listened to the silence all around them.  

The fire crackled as Jack pulled Bitty around and into his lap, plying him with soft wet kisses that became deeper and deeper still…

They had discovered one small stream that wasn’t too shallow or rocky.  The water was cold, so cold, but they swam nonetheless.  Bitty’s lips turning a slight blue, teeth chattering.

“How can you stand this water, but are practically dying back home the minute it hits 50 degrees out?”

“This is different, somehow,” Bitty said with a smile as he went under and reemerged in front of Jack’s face.  

The two kissed in the quiet of the stream, keeping each other warm.

When the day of the eclipse arrived, they drove to the southern section of the parkway.  The relative solitude they had experience the last five days was now gone as they were surrounded by crowds wanting to see the eclipse, wanting to experience this in the same way they did.

At 2:30, Jack and Bitty sat on a blanket as they ate the treats Bitty had put out for them: peaches, salami, cheese, crackers, sparkling water.  Bitty took out their glasses and handed a pair to Jack.

“So about seven minutes, with 71 seconds of totality,” Jack said, then took a slice of peach and continued, “We need to keep our glasses on during the partial, diamond ring, and Baily’s beads phases of the eclipse.”

“Diamond ring and Baily’s beads.  Funny,” Bitty said with mirth.  “You’ve certainly been doing your homework, huh, Mr. Zimmermann?”

Jack smiled and shrugged. “Are you really that surprised?”

Bitty smiled and stroked Jack’s face.  “No, sweet pea.  Not at all.”

And as the moon began its dance to cover the sun, and the crowd of people around them held their breaths and looked up toward the heavens, Jack clutched Bitty’s hand tightly. So tightly.

The corona grew and the daylight hid, bathing them all in darkness.

“My god,” Bitty whispered, squeezing Jack’s hand.

And when the eclipse reached totality, Jack and Bitty quickly took off their glasses and took one look at the sun, then turned to look at one another.

“I love you,” Jack said.  “I love you, and will love you until the end of time.”

Bitty smiled and kissed Jack’s hand without even saying a word, even as they were obscured by the darkness around them, Jack could see all the love in Bitty’s eyes, could feel Bitty’s heart in his, and knew Bitty felt the same way.

They put their glasses back on, and watched as the sun began to reappear and greet the world.

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PCT Day 143: Payphones and Park Rangers

It was a blessed relief to wake up naturally, without the sound of an alarm clock, having no clue what time it was. I got dressed and ambled down the hill to the restaurant for breakfast. The fact that I didn’t feel the least bit sick or run-down after yesterday’s escapade felt like a small miracle, and I was hungry to boot. I wolfed down two pancakes that were the size of the plate, and washed them down with a succession of cups of coffee.

I was pretty much the only one in the restaurant that early, so I never got done with more than half a cup before someone was coming around to top me off again. I can’t wait to start having coffee like this–hot–every day, instead of the shitty instant stuff mixed cold with cocoa and protein powder. (Not that I’m ungrateful; that combo has gotten me through some hard mornings. But.)

(Lake Chelan, from the Stehekin dock)

Amidst my errands in town–the post office, calling a bunch of people on the payphone, etc.–I got talking with Hippie Gypsy and Just Bob, the same couple who took the bus down with me last night, and who got the last room at the lodge. They were beyond apologetic–they’d known what sorry shape I was in, and felt bad that I’d had to tent out, but at $200 a room I was happy (or at least willing) to camp for free and take my chances with diphtheria and whooping cough.

They were lovely people, full of energy and dedication to the moment, and they even bought me a beer. That I’d be sitting outside in the sunshine smiling and drinking a Hefeweizen would have seemed completely impossible 24 hours ago. How much happens in a day!

(The cleanest, best-dressed man in town.)

I came out here on this hike for a whole host of reasons, not least of which were the solitude and scenery, but as I look back I find the things I remember most and most fondly are the people. The connections I’ve made out here, the pure unadulterated kindness I’ve been shown–it’s all been such magic. People, man.

I had another chance to feel this way in the evening, after taking the shuttle bus back to trail and hiking a few hours out. I set up camp in a flat space next to a site marked “closed”–I was hoping the marker didn’t apply to my site, too. Wrong. I was in the middle of cooking dinner when a North Cascades National Park Ranger approached me. It turned out my site *was* closed, due to overuse; it also turned out that I needed an additional permit to camp at any designated site in the national park, though my bus driver had told me otherwise.

But the ranger, Cliff, didn’t take the opportunity to work out on me or take a power trip. He calmly explained why these things were the way they were, got my information, and told me I was welcome to stay where I was–no sense hiking out another 7 miles this close to dark when your tent’s already set up, said Cliff. He had every reason to be a dick, given how badly in the wrong I was, and didn’t take the opportunity. He was kind and helpful, and oh boy did I appreciate it. Getting some huge fine with 3 days to go on this hike would have been a stone-cold bummer; I’m so glad that people like Cliff are the way they are.

(I also got to try the goods at the famed Stehekin bakery today, on my way out on the bus. It certainly wasn’t life-changing, as it’s been made out to be, but I had a damn good cinnamon roll, at least. I’m sure I would have felt even sunnier towards the whole thing if I’d’ve eaten there straight off of the trail, like you get to do on the earlier shuttles.)


The Black Hills and Mount Rushmore

I enjoyed this beautiful drive through the Black Hills area, along with hundreds of motorcycles from the neighboring Sturgis bike rally, and eventually made my way up to the Mount Rushmore National Memorial. This memorial was crowded, but I found it very clean and well designed. Taking a short walk and some photos is just about all I could do before lightning and storm clouds rolled in. Less than a mile down the road from the memorial I found Wrinkled Rock, a recreation spot specifically for climbers. I had asked the park rangers and they said that overnight parking and camping was permitted. I setup in the parking area with a handful of other vandwellers; we hung out, discussed our travels and rigs, and enjoying the scenery while waiting for sunset. A quick climb to the top of some nearby rocks proved to be an excellent view for the evening. The next morning was beautiful and I took my time with breakfast before continuing my drive North toward the town of Rapid City.

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a wip of the second character in my town, Paths. She showed up with a whole bunch of camping gear and requested a full-time camping permit. She’s set up in the far corner of town, away from most everyone. She fishes for her meals, but no one really knows much about her. Some villagers have never even heard her speak!


The Grand Canyon is unreal. It’s feels as if you are staring at a painting or a backdrop for a John Wayne movie.

Jess and I visited the South Rim. I really would have liked to to gone to the North Rim just to avoid the Disney World crowd like madness. Our trip was originally planned for coming up from southern Arizona so the South Rim made sense. Due to the fires in the Coconino area and our reservations being cancelled our trip changed last minute and was rerouted.

After setting up camp we headed to the visitor center to attend to our ritual, postcards and a sticker. The visitor center had to have thousands of people there, total madness. The stress levels started to rise. After coming from Bryce and Arches, the crowds just were too much to handle.

Luckily Jess and I read up on a few cool hikes to beautiful views of the South Rim away from the overwhelming crowds. We headed to the first hike’s trailhead, two other cars in the small parking lot was a great sign. We headed down the trail excited to get “our” views of the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon is a very spiritual place, I didn’t want that compromised because of the stampede like crowd of tourists. So two cars in the parking lot was an exciting view. The trail was only a little over a mile each way, cake. Coming around the last bend was more than we could have asked for. A ledge that ultimately sticks out into the canyon, I saw Jess’s face light up. After spending hours that only seemed like a mere five minutes we headed back to camp.

This morning we woke up with a family of Elk in our campsite. Grazing the grass and paying no mind to Jess and I’s excitement. We hung out with the elk as one while we ate our egg white burritos. The smile wouldn’t leave my face, waking up with Elk 50 feet from us is what it’s all about.

This morning we are headed to a few more view points including Desert View which I am pretty excited about. I definitely would like to come back to the Grand Canyon and hike down into the canyon. Unfortunately when I booked the sites, all the backcountry permits for camping were booked up. Always next time. Now we are headed
back into the magical state of Utah to experience Zion National Park. We only have two nights there. We will be nonstop, fitting in as much as we can. We can always sleep this fall when we head back east.

On the road to Zion…

Ecuador issues permit to drill in pristine Amazon reserve
May 26, 2014

Ecuador’s government has issued an environmental permit for oil drilling in the pristine Amazon reserve that President Rafael Correa initially offered to exempt from exploration if rich countries would pay his government.

Correa abandoned that effort last year due to insufficient interest and has spurned pleas by environmentalists to spare the Yasuni reserve.

Earlier this month, Ecuador’s electoral council declared invalid a petition drive seeking to prevent drilling in the 6,500-square-mile Amazon reserve.

Environment Minister Lorena Tapia said on state television that with Thursday’s signing of the permit camps and access roads can now be built. Production could begin as early as 2016.

Two indigenous groups living in voluntary isolation inhabit Yasuni, which the U.N. in 1989 declared a biosphere reserve.