a dirtbag diary

North Bound on the PCT

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the future is retro

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Smoke and fire and the blood red sun (at Chester, California)

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And there is beauty And there is peace And there is quietude And there is love (at Plumas, California)

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A moment of silence (at Belden, California)

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I don’t even know why I’m out here really; I guess I’m looking for the right question to ask, I’ll worry about finding answers later

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I really want to climb one of these massive trees, but they drop their lower branches (at Plumas, California)

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Taking the time to feel grounded

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at Sierra City, California

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As the evening sun descended, the trail skirted around the rim of a knoll, I climbed to its top just as my phone shuffled “Sunspot” by Moby into my ears. The grasses danced in the wind, golden in the fading daylight, I sat down to meditate and drifted away into nothingness. (at California)

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And we’ll all float on alright (at Desolation Wilderness)

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After reaching 1,000 miles I feel that my body has begun breaking down, perhaps it is my mind that is breaking, worse still maybe it is both

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I am in constant awe

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My newest tree love

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A window into a dream