Aw there's wilder... but for a camp, this'll do. Long views out my window and the clear pure air of the high up and free. Just a few steps from the door of my rig... is unadulterated High Lonesome.
... and the other way should I choose... is a ribbon of asphalt that my bike rolls me along... against the wind.
Seems like half my lil' quips lately are the titles of great songs. LOL. I s'pose good music and good pictures/videos are the crutches that, along with my bike, are the treasures that keep me "runnin' against the wind" :)
Some folks go to a fancy building where some black robed interpreter can sell 'em his version of the future to boost their spirits. Me? I go up here where I can speak with the Boss directly without the distorted language of the middleman... out here the "words" are plain. They don't get lost in the "noise" of civilization and there's no confusion of my understanding...
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| *The Rabbit Ears... which used to be the "Bears Ears"* |
The air is crisp... the rain is ... uh... often! ;) and what you look out and see and hear is real. There's no deceit in this land. It is what it is. It's life and death and beauty between germination and ashes...
... and almost every direction are the mysterious, glorious blue mists of the distant future to keep you rolling on.
Though some lil' guys around here who don't have the prospects of far travels to escape the cold of the coming season of hunger, seem to be sulking a lil' bit at their immediate future...
The only camera we've got left is a lil' wounded. Has a faulty battery box and some misbehaving programs in it... but... if I hold my ears right and hum the right frequency it seems to function... if it'll just hold on a mite more... till I collect the beans to replace those lost to the lesser elements of society...
It's a clear and cloudless sky this morning... we'd better get out in it 'fore the afternoon storms roll in...
Raising Spirits in the High Country
Brian
5 comments:
Howdy Mr Gore!
Your camp looks to be a bit roomier than the one we shared in the same area many years ago during elk season. I bet you didn't need to move any rocks at all to park the rig, this time...
Adios!
Mike
Yeah... I've gotten fairly skilled at avoiding camps that require crow bars, sledge hammers, winches and heavy lift helicopters to turn around!
Nice looking home spot. The pictures are fine and they do the job in showing just how beautiful your window on the world is.
I was just wondering. You've often said you were born into the wrong century? What century would you feel at home and how is it different back then? (Pretend you can't take anything with you from THIS century, too. Things or knowledge of this one). Would you be a 'mountain man' with only brief visits to town to resupply or just shoot it or grow it? Would your 'politics' be something you'd want to stump about with others? I know this is alot of questions and you don't have to answer....just wondering out loud.
This is probably a more appropriate comment for what you posted the past couple of days but I found it today. It is by Charles Hugh Smith that writes on many of the same subjects that you do, he says:
It is my contention that the wealth and security promised by the machine in exchange for subservience are phantom, and the risk of the promises not being kept is much higher than generally assumed. ironically, those who opt out and accept the risk and lower compensation are actually more secure and much wealthier (in terms of well-being and autonomy) than those who submit to voluntary capture.
Keep doing what your doing, keep saying what you been saying!
I was thinking (yeah, always a bad start!) that maybe your friend's homeowner's insurance would cover losses from theft from vehicles. And, since you were parked there with their permission, it might even cover you. It would be worth asking; especially for your friend, since the homeowner's insurance isn't going to go all crazy of $2K but the auto policy might. Just a thought; like they say, if you don't ask, the answer is always 'no'.
Have a good one.
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