road log

Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target
• churches in texas
• abandoned 7/11’s
• your bedroom at 5 am
• hospitals at midnight
• warehouses that smell like dust
• lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
• empty parking lots
• ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
• rooftops in the early morning
• inside a dark cabinet

• playgrounds at night
• rest stops on highways
• deep in the mountains

• early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
• trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
• schools during breaks
• those little beaches right next to ferry docks
• bowling alleys

• unfamiliar McDonalds’s on long road trips
• your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
• laundromats at midnight

• galeries in art museums that are empty except for you
• the lighting section of home depot
• stairwells
• hospital waiting rooms
• airports from midnight to 7am
• bathrooms in small concert venues

• cemeteries
• abandoned penitentiaries
• hilltops at night in full moonlight
• most of Japan
• empty barns
• marshes
• really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates
• old stones and henge
• the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it
• train tracks that go through the middle of the woods
• bridges
• ancient places
• stands of old growth forest
• the Eastern Sierras/high desert

• rabbit paths off hiking tails
• trails between the main ski hills
• winter twilight
• back allies between houses
• logging roads
• dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees
• libraries before closing
• anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise
• the woods during a rainstorm

• roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky
• train stations after 10 PM
• outside, right before a massive storm
• the woods just after twilight
• the beach in winter
• the bottom of swimming pools
• empty beaches when its snowing

• back part of a library
• late night empty streets
• highways late at night
• windy roads
• windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road
• abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes)
• anywhere immediately after a really bad fight
• little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts

• empty buses before sunrise/after sunset
• being the only one outside in the early morning when its almost dark and you feel alone on earth
• mountains with a big forest close to it
• being alone in a spot in ikea
• the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am
• firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass
• staring up at very tall buildings
• the tram at a big airport
• abandoned house by a lake

• being the only one downstairs on christmas  
• stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed
• when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road
• that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it
• a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm
• corn fields with the wind blowing over them
• malls when they’re about to close for the night
• woods at twilight/dawn
• being on a train after midnight
• theme parks at night

• winding back roads with rolling fog
• seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy
• being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone
• hiking trails that have nobody on them
• being alone in an elevator for a few minutes
• looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them
• the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night
• tree houses
• empty seats on the late night train
• 4-6 am on a winter morning

• the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning
• stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop
• greenhouses that have been left to grow alone
• cemeteries in the middle of fields
• biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars
• swamps with fog
• hotel corridors in the middle of the night
• anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is
• foggy mornings in a meadow
• that flickering streetlight
• working offices at midnight

• abandoned amusement parks
• mirrors in an airplane bathroom
• being alone in a church
• empty hotel lobbies
• hearing trains off in the distance especially at night
• snow falling down in general
• being in a place thats supposed to have a lot of people but it doesn’t
• long, dark hallways
• the middle of a park when its snowing
• playgrounds at night
• work/school when you’re snowed in
• caves
• a field of power lines
• being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach
• bonfires

• being in a different room than everyone else at a party
• the woods on a night with a full moon
• empty stables
• empty metro stations that are usually crowded
• gas stations on long mountain roads
• the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street
• stadiums when a game or concert is over
• entering a building with a really high ceiling
• moonlight, anywhere

• empty tennis or baseball courts with limited lightning
• times when you are transitioning from one phase to another
• lodges in the snow
• frozen water in the winter
• a little lake in the middle of the forest
• campus during summer
• family gatherings
• construction site after works have gone home
• leaving a tent at midnight
• lonely swings
• overgrown fields
• from twilight to dusk
• farmland thats covered in the morning fog
• suburban neighborhoods filled with tension and wind before a large summer thunderstorm
• being at an abandoned place knowing that years ago at that exact same moment there were people
• the feeling of being chased by someone/something
• knowing you’re not alone in a certain place like a forest

this feeling is scary as FUCK it dawns upon you that something is so quiet or abandoned or empty and vacant that its like the universe forgot to make something happen in the one spotlike you found a glitch in real life like everything seems fake and unreal and real and not fake all at one and youre so confused


New work for Popular Mechanics May issue “..Field Testing” aka having a damn good time smashing around some logging roads in some spanking new @uralmotorcycles They handled the Vibey/Rainy/Snowy ️ roads just fine. Big thanks to the best Photo Editors Ally & Ida for such a fun assignment and to Matt at URAL for trusting us with the bikes.

Shaggy’s Log, Day 1: Weather rough, but windshield wiper still holding out. So far, so good.

Shaggy’s Log, Day 2: Morale low. Windshield wiper disappeared by magic. Now, only the flat, gray rectangle in front of me keeps me company. 

Shaggy’s Log, Day 3: Mysterious gray rectangle gone. Windshield wiper has returned, but looks suspiciously like a dog’s tail. Morale high.

I tore myself out of my own mother’s womb.
There was no other way to arrive in this world.
A terrified midwife named me Monster
and left me in the pine woods with only the moon.
My mother’s blood dripped from my treed head.

In a dream my mother came to me and said
if I was to survive
I must find joy within my own wild self.

When I awoke I was alone in solitude’s blue woods.

          *  *  *

A woman found me and took me to her mountain home
high at the end of an abandoned logging road.
We spent long winter evenings by the fire;
I sat at the hearth as she read aloud myths of the Greeks
while the woodstove roared behind me.
She sometimes paused to watch the wall of shadows
cast by my antlers. The shadows danced
across the entire room like an oak’s wind-shaken branches.

          *  *  *

The woman was worried when I would not wear dresses.
I walked naked through the woods.
She hung the wash from my head
on hot summer days when I sat in the sun to read.
The woman grew worried when I would not shed
my crown with the seasons as the whitetails did.
“But I am not a whitetail,” I said.

          *  *  *

When I became a woman
in the summer of my fifteenth year,
I found myself
suddenly changed in the mirror.
My many-pronged crown had grown
into a wildness all its own;
highly stylized, the bright
anarchic antlers were majestic to my eye.

The woman saw me and smiled. “What you are I cannot say,
but nature has created you.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.”

When night came it brought a full moon.
I walked through the woods to the lake
and knelt in the cool grass on its bank.
I saw my reflection on the water,
I touched my face.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.

—  the girl with antlers, ansel elkins
Ten routes through the forest

1. The route shown on the map. Of course, you must never leave the path. Fortunately, the map shows this route with some certainty, jauntily picked out in black dashes. Such a pity that the break in the path falls within the uninked area of the dashes. Such a pity.

2. Go straight to the hollow in the old tree in the crevice in the valley in the hollows that are sung to by the washes of the river. This and no other place. Ask for safe passage to the other side, and decant your soul into your hands before you go, for it is wise to not have the transaction take too long.

3. The mazily warm and buzzing way, down through the valley where the ten streams meet. They say if you yourself are prone to buzz - if you have that fault at odd moments, perhaps when angry, or surprised - that you will stand a better chance of crossing the forest this way.

4. Dress yourself in crimson red and be eaten by that wolf; the wolf then being able to cross the forest at its leisure without having to stop for dinner.

5. Down the sandy path with the summer nettles, ducking under the branches and pushing the bramble-nets aside. This path leads directly across the forest, or at least it does when the sun is out. If you come to the place with the green pools then the sun may have dipped behind a cloud and you are probably sunk. They say this path can be crossed within the compass of a Midsummer day, if you run.

6. Under the forest, by great rooty tunnels and caves full of spilled-in leaves; yet not so far under the forest as to intrude upon the lurking-ways or unseelie channels. If you are crossing the forest this way, it is wise to have a guide. Your friendly local badger can be hired for a very modest fee.

7. Dress yourself in caterpillar turquoise and be eaten by that bird, the bird who you see each day flying across the forest to the great nest on the slopes of the mountain, the nest from which a wafted feather could surely reach the forest’s far border. That bird can only eat a little each day so you may be waiting for some time before you are fully across.

8. There is also the old logging road, but do not stop in the thickets of the valley or you will end up half in and half out of some tree or other. Most of the growth there is angry treeghosts who will not hesitate to flow over you given half a chance.

9. Hold fast to the stem of a child’s party balloon or twenty, being sure not to breathe as you float past the listening groves, and not to look down, and to drop no hairs where the grubbers may find them, and to steer as clear as you may of that feature they call the vortex.

10. Or just go as far as the red stream, the stream that one may see from the forest’s gentle eaves coming down from the old pass. Although one might try to pole a punt down across the marshland and out, it may be better to drink of the water here, which brings with it both forgetfulness and a curious sense of misbelonging; as though you had already come from the far side, as though the dappled light you can see just ahead is the edge you are seeking, and everything will be well.


It’s actually Edgelord Papi Chulo

A conversation between @hysterical-pumpkin-moon and I got a little out of hand and…

Long story short, I might have a new nickname and I can’t draw Zenyatta for shit

Inspired by this

Knight of Cups

Late last night,
our riverbed quickened
beneath your steel toes,

silver seashells pointing
up to where the old gods
     rest in amber.

They are murmurs
between your fingerprints,

calcified by logging roads
and long nights alone.

Your feet are on my thighs,
but your thumb is in the air.

Is this the cost of dreaming?


sudsinthebucket1-blog  asked:

Love this account. I'm selling my car for a van to hopefully have some fun adventures too. Wondering how much money you need to live like this and how you make money on the road. I don't need much but I gotta eat! So what's the secret!

HIGH FIVE - that is rad - make it happen!  So listen, first of all, try and leave all your bills behind (make sure you don’t have rent to pay back home).  Now you have your monthly rent budget to apply towards gas and food while living on the road.  If you aren’t working on the road you will want to save up enough money to have 3 months of independence - simply my recommendation so you can enjoy your adventures with minimal stress.    

Figure out how much you spend on food a month but keep in mind you will be eating out of your van.  Really figure this out - sit down and make a list of meals/snacks you would eat out of your van for a week then do a detailed cost analysis and adjust accordingly.  Now multiple your week’s results by 12 - this will give you a desired food budget for 3 months on the road.  

Map out where you want to go and figure out gas money that will be needed.  Become detail oriented while on the road - keep a log book of everything (miles driven, mpg per fill up, etc).  There is a lot of downtime on the road so write in a journal every night.  Keep a random book of statistics - I really wish I had done this.  It would be so interesting to know how many nights I’ve slept in a parking lot, slept a tent, number of fish caught, the miles of trails explored or number of boulder problems climbed along the way.  All these items will not only be nostalgic years from now but also keep you living with awareness in your present state.   

If you end up finding a town along the way that you’d like to spend weeks or even a month around then think about finding part time work while you are there (this is a great opportunity to refuel some cash while still living somewhere new and exciting) - hit up the cafe’s, coffee shops, gear shops etc and ask around for work.  Don’t necessarily wait to find work until you are out of cash and stuck somewhere you don’t want to be.  Live in your van everywhere - campsites and rent will drain your bank account.  You’ll have to learn the dirtbag shower (I prefer Burts Bees baby wipes).  If you don’t rock climb already then I’d reckon you should start.  Climbers you meet along the way have been living like this for decades and most will be kind enough to offer you a real shower and any advice you may need.  Also, most climbing gyms have a shower and if you ask nicely they will probably let you use it.   

Finally, and I hate credit cards, but get one for emergency use ONLY.  I didn’t do this for years and years but it  really took the edge off of my constant worry of WHAT IF I BREAK DOWN AND DON”T HAVE THE MONEY TO FIX MY CAR.  This way you essentially have insurance - if your van craps out you’ll be able to get it fixed and assess your next move without the total feeling of desperation.  Let me know if you have any other specific questions but that’s my quick ramble of advice.  


Chapter Two - Figment of the Imagination


It was getting darker the further she went down the logging road. She wasn’t making good time and with the dimming light, an unease fell over Louise. 

She shook it off and sharply reminded herself that with all her Starfleet training it would be doubtful she’d find herself in harms way. Still, she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling she was being watched…….or stalked. 

She stopped. Listened. Silence. 

Louise peered into the thick forest , her eyes slowly adjusting to what little light there was, but it was pointless, the foliage was far too overgrown for any type of visibility beyond a few feet. 

Get it together Lou” she whispered to herself. 

She had been in far unnerving situations in the last couple of years. Slowly and cautiously she continued her journey…..possibly checking once or twice to see if she did indeed put that phaser in her jacket pocket……


Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter Three /  Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six


Some spring finds…

best guess Gyromitra or Discina perlata and Bisporella citrina or Heterotextus alpinus

I’m too busy to properly sort through and understand the taxonomy around these mushrooms so the definitions are fully ballpark.  Apologies ahead of time, but it’s either lazy-post or don’t post at all.  I feel confident in placing the reddish-brown guys in the Discina or Gyromitra group or family (whichever the correct nomenclature is).  If they aren’t Pig Ears, then they are close relatives and I was lucky to have found them all in one small cluster of rock on a logging road in the middle of a clearcut.  There were Jelly Drops all along the trail: large, well-defined and attractive.


Join #mypubliclandsroadtrip Today at Headwaters Forest Reserve in California

Spectacular in its beauty, the Headwaters Forest Reserve is also a vital ally in conservation efforts to protect the most iconic forest species in the Pacific Northwest. Located 6 miles southeast of Eureka, California, these 7,542 acres of public lands feature magnificent stands of old-growth redwood trees that provide nesting habitat for the marbled murrelet (a small Pacific seabird) and the northern spotted owl. Both species are listed as threatened under the Endangered Species Act, as are the coho salmon, chinook salmon, and steelhead trout that have important habitat in the reserve’s stream systems.

Joining forces, the federal government and the State of California acquired the land for the reserve in 1999 to protect these important resources. The historic value of a once busy mill town named Falk is also commemorated in interpretive signs along the Elk River Trail, which follows an old logging road to the now vanished community. The BLM partners with the California Department of Fish and Wildlife to manage the Headwaters Forest Reserve as part of the National Conservation Lands.

Photos by Bob Wick, BLM