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Aug
28

I’ll let you in on a little secret. Part of the theme of WildernessPunk is a certain level of conflict, perhaps the more the better, as even the title suggests, the dual characteristics are bipolar aspects on the opposite spectrums of our current human existence. Technology versus nature, but in this case complementing each other. Yet to pull that off takes a strange effort and can be an interesting struggle.

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Balancing Bone

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Net vs. Nature

Freedom vs. Stability

Individualism vs. Communication

 

I could go on, but you understand.  So just as conflict is an inherent aspect of human life, it’s also reflected in the pages of this e-quest to…okay, I’m go to stop and just throw the issue onto the fire and see if it burns or puts it out.

 

Yeah folks, you see the thing is… not too many conflicts afoot. Sure I have problems and things to figure out, but I’m hundreds of miles from my normal life but literally and figuratively.

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Desert Ride

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This could be what people call living in the moment and this moment is running pretty smooth. Perhaps some people are used to this…. If so, I’m not one of them.

 

Even my agenda was smoother than desert sand after a rainstorm. After Mexican Hat we headed into Valley of the Gods.

 

Valley of the gods Utah.

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AW in oh so exciting Blanding fuels up us to check in of the secret camp site I made in the mountains outside of CanyonLands.

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Canyonlands I

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CanyonsLands takes us to Moab.

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CanyonLands II

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Today we spiked Arches and then I took us along the last of the once named Route 666, which we have taken from Kenyenta to a few miles south of Salt Lake City.

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Path to the arch

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One more night and then much of the rest of my family arrives. Then a new an adventure begins.

 

Conflict might drive much of our life, but what if we removed a good portion of it? The concept of always needing more, competition with others, and constantly proving ourselves through consumption are ruining us and our world. We have set up an artificial world, we think it’s real, correct, and makes sense, but it’s stabbing a slow dagger through our planet.

 

Maybe if the conflict between ourselves and others could be removed somehow. We compete with the environment, but mostly we compete with ourselves. When we compete with ourselves can we ever really win?

 

A warrior without conflict might just have to fight for something else. Peace, the planet, their friends, joy… what would you fight for?

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Boneatah

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my the rest of the month goes as I continue to explore the wilds of Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, myself, and the path of the WildernessPink?

 

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Tom

Aug
27

So yeah, after having my Driver’s License suspended for two years, being denied the Forerunner I bought and I’m still paying the insurance for, I end up behind the wheel of a brand new Jeep Patriot with only 3000 miles on it. Cherry red and fuking road-ripping. My father rented it, but I’m driving and tearing through monument valley during the combination of thunder/dust storm is pretty close to as good as life gets.

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Dust and loki jeep love

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As an added bonus, I’m getting to stay in Mexican Hat, which is something I’ve wanted to do for about 10 years now, since the first time I ever drove through the place. Relaxing rooms next to the rain soaked San Juan. My father and I walk to the restaurant the place sports in the rain and I have a sirloin as I watch the river roar by.

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San Juan River

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Sometimes there are moments in life where you feel you’re getting more than you deserve and I guess this is one of those for me. Are things so perfect I almost feel they’re bordering on the supernatural or is some sort of bounce-back mystic karma in effect and is rewarding me for sucking up the nasty so long for the sake of my children?

 

Whether man-made or a cosmic gift from Yig and friends, I tend to believe in the later. But enough of the self-absorbed whirlwind for a moment.

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Dust and Thunder

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We’re about to enter the land which inspired Edward Abbey. I’m not equating myself to him or staying that I wish to try, but despite the bad rap and blood soggy baggage the descendants of Europeans get, or subtly feel they should be getting after the history of our mostly foul behavior on this continent, I still believe we have the right to be one with the land.

 

Sometimes I feel it might be more difficult for us trickle down Euros. We want to connect with nature, but are still new to this hemisphere, while the lands holding our ancestor’s spirits are thousands of miles away. Especially in the west and in Arizona, we’re surrounded by folks with a stronger right and claim to the land than us, at least in theory.

 

I think some of the ill effects individuals and corporations bestow onto the environment is due to this fear to connect and/or the feeling we’re not part of these lands or even allowed to be part. Perhaps this is an idea that should be rethought, for if we aren’t allowed to feel we’re part of the earth, this will lesson our desire to preserve and protect it.

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Horse and donkey

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How about the idea we all have an equal right to embrace our environment. Race, gender, age, only an idiot would give a shit. I don’t care if your people have lived here 500 years or 5, to deny someone the right to become spiritually grounded in the land is what leads to its destruction. One could argue it leads to war, torture, and rape, but I won’t bother to go there yet.

 

Like I said before, we’re still animals of the Earth. We may wear clothes, silly hats, and consult the magic rectangles, but all animals deserve to have their place on this planet. Your place can be a box somewhere too, with more magic rectangles in it, but you may have a harder time finding your true self in the world of ticking clocks and controlled routine.

 

Do you think I’m waxing on about some nebulous big ideals? Do you think I’m full of shit? Really, how many people do you know that have self-actualized and embraced their happiness? How many people do you know that are backed into a black space, or having trouble with friends, family, work, divorced… How are things going internationally or with the world economy, everything’s just peachy, right…no.

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Junky

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Reaching an internal peace is the exception not the rule. To quote The Talking Heads, “Some people can touch it, but they can’t hold on.” Like the passion of a new love affair, the best of things can dwindle into mundania and drab angst if we let it.

 

I’m not saying nature can solve this problem, but it isn’t a bad place to start. For one, nature doesn’t let you take yourself too seriously. I don’t care who you are, a 10 mile hike in the Canyonlands will kick your ass. Even if you’re in rock hard shape, the environment itself is humbling. Twist your ankle the wrong way and you’ll feel real humble alright.

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mouse

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Millionaire, man, and mouse… we’re all the same creature. Strip away your gear and drop us naked in the Canyonland’s Maze and who has the best chance to survive? I’ll put my money on the mouse.

 

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The mouse lives with respect for his environment. His is a world of danger and reward, fear and cozy comfort.  Motivation when needed and times when the harvest is reaped.  Give him a little water, some food, a soft bed, and guess what, it was a damn good day.

 

So who wants to learn how to be a mouse?

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my the rest of the month goes as I continue to explore the wilds of Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, myself, and the path of the WildernessPunk?

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Dust and monument valley

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Boneman

Aug
25

Published by Xlibris in 2016

Post-Apocalypse

Stars: 3

 

Dead Salvage, by M.L. Cain is a militarily based Post-Apocalyptic novel. It follows the war going on between the surviving humans in their battle against the evil terrorist cult known as the Sapphire Dawn. Most of civilization is destroyed as the story begins and a group of survivors has managed to maintain some level of strength and still possesses several battle mechs, which are the human shaped war robots run by a single person.

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The tale follows John one of the youngest of the small band of warriors. Life is hard and John suffers through some tedium as everyone gets to have adventures and explore the wastes but him. Soon however his time to enter into the wreckage comes and he quickly discovers terror is far worse than boredom. Right away he gets involved with Sapphire Dawn forces which have returned to the shattered city.

 

First they lose their base and then another, which his travels helped them discover. Truly nomadic now, the sixty survivors head into the forest to try to build the strength to survive the increasingly larger numbers of the cult they see at every turn.

 

I found the story inventive and enjoyable, but there are some serious issues with this book. In fact I put it down and refused to read it for a few months. I might have never returned if it was not handy when I was hurrying to leave town.

Apocalypse

First off the author has more than one person saying dialog in the same paragraph. Sometimes up to four people would all speak in the same paragraph. I am not sure what to think here. My first thought is this is an author who thinks he can write a novel without reading one, which is a big pet peev of mine. I think all novelist should read, read, read and then read some more. Not only does it improve your work, help you avoid stereotypes within the genre, but it also gives back to the writing community.

 

Worse case, the author does read, but somehow fails to notice how everyone on the planet has written fiction for the last several hundred years. It would be like me looking at people swimming my whole life, but then trying it myself, but attempting to do so without moving my arms and legs.

 

Also, another point, um…was this book never edited. It would seem impossible for more than one person to make this blunder, which despite it being a good story, made the book almost unreadable.

 

In general the writing, although inspired, seemed green. The same word would be used in one sentence and such.

 

The story itself made up for this and built to strong climax I was anxious to get too. If there is a sequel, please, please, separate the dialog into different paragraphs. I will read it if you do. This could have been a 4 star, but I am being generous with the 3 for, I hate to say this, but I cannot really recommend a book which makes itself so hard on the reader.

 

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Aug
24

I find it strange to discover, after my back issues yesterday, that a night of sleeping on the earth has cured the pain. My legs are still torn up a bit from the sprinting, but I’m sure the 13 mile ride into town will take care of that. Also odd is… I woke up at 4:30 and felt no need to go back to sleep. I guess two nights of good sleep and going to bed at 8:30 will do this to a guy.

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Storm Clouds

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Yet, despite how lovely the woods were in the morning, I need a strong dose of the Cyberpunk side of the fence and about seventeen other things.

Pizza and Caffeine slams has me hitting the web and making a few things work. After taking care of some much less pleasant issues, I start back toward the eastern forest.

A pit stop at AZ Adventure headquarters brings me into the loop. Despite our setbacks we have purchased a mobile device that would allow me to jack into cyberspace from almost anywhere. I won’t be rolling out here with it on my bike, but it does bring up interesting options for some seriously burly possibilities.

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Cyber World

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Taking the Punk up a notch while we’re in the center of Wilderness.

One way or another we’re going to roll this.

I felt surprisingly relaxed when I made it back to camp one. I need to be careful. I might be letting my guard down and getting too comfortable here. Dangers from man and animal are a distinct possibility. Humans during the day and the animals at night. Something prowled around my tent last night. You’d think they’d be over it.

Random predators wonder through this area. My brother and I found mountain lion prints only a mile from where I’m camping. I know black bears and pumas go after people. I had to fight off a cougar in Colorado once, but I was awake then and had a sword in one hand and a shovel in the other. Out here, alone, and with no fire, the situation could favor the predators.

The coyotes kept up their howls until after dawn this morning. Of them I have little fear, but they are the gateway-predators to the real deals. Luckily the huge amount of tiny prickly pear has me constantly scanning the ground which helps with snakes and other smaller perils. So far Yig has protected me from such things and I haven’t gotten so much as a spider bite. Well time for some Pizza. I had to ride 18 miles and bum a lift for the last few, but hey, this is damn good pizza. Say are those Hatch chilies… nice.

 

8/23/16

Since this is the last night I’ll probably spend here for two weeks, in typical reverse, Alex Bone fashion, I bust-out the camp.  Early in the morning I stroll under a cloud laden sky. A fine midst had proved enough to keep me from writing or reading, but I had already finished a book, so I set to explore.

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Pre-stumps

Pre-Camp Bust-Out

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I managed to get some contacts with the outside world, despite the cloud cover, which appears to dampen my iffy text status. I was just walking toward a lightning blasted tree, when I spotted something I’ve been searching for this entire time, cut out sections of trees. It proved quite the arduous walk through the forest caring these three sixty pounds tree tables, but well worth it for me.

I fixed up and repaired the camp chair and now have a little table for both my morning and evening writer’s nooks.

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wildernesspunk work station

WildernessPunk work station.

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Again I suppose this brings up the concept of True Environment, I mentioned before. Do I really need an end table, or a chair for that matter? I’ve survived out here without both before. Is my presence ever so slowly eroding Camp 1’s True Environment?

Obviously, the answer is yes. Like most humans, I can’t help but alter my environment to favor my needs. I seek nature, but then change it with my hand upon entering. Still one could argue I have less of an impact on the overall True Environment by not using much gasoline, utilities, and other natural resources.

This will be my tenth night here and during all that time, I’ve only had one grocery bag full of trash which needed to be removed.

Flipping the dagger, it is important to consider the Punk(Cyber) side of my current equation. I’m writing and ShareStorming to in theory be improving my state. Since I recently lost about 95% of possessions, there’s the idea of starting from scratch and advancing forward. I’d like to get solar panels to recharge my tech, my own laptop instead of this borrowed one, and perhaps one day, gasp, a vehicle.

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Camp 1 snag

You wouldn’t know my camp is a 100 feet from here.

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Right now efficiently is important. I need to max my time and resources so I can rip through as many projects as possible, for overall, their payoff is poor. If I need to alter the True Environment to aid me in my goal, I have to allow myself to remember I’m an animal too. I have the right to live on this earth as much as the elk, bee, or horny toad. They alter their environment to survive and now I must too.

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Camp 1 Never leave

Camp 1, I never want to leave.

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my the rest of the month goes before I really head north and explore the wilds of Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming?

 

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Arizona Clouds

Aug
22

Wowy Owy Zowy.

 

So maybe making the birthday kickball game double play might not be worth how sore I am for diving onto the hard dirt, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I’m just kidding. It was great to be part of such fun. Yet, part of me feels like an outsider, perhaps doubly. Everyone there has been allowed to live the lives they choose. Firstly, this was mostly denied me for years, so it just foreign to me to have a relaxed time. Secondly, it’s just plan strange to wake up in the forest and then ride into town and hang out with people with homes and jobs.

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Wupapki

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Oh well, wah, more of an observation or perhaps me feeling the oddness internally.

 

Knowing a former Park Ranger from Sunset Crater is guiding us to both there and Wupatki Ruins on the 21st has me bumming rides with my bike to Jeremy’s where we rise early to pick her up.

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I’ve always loved both Sunset Crater and the Wupatki Ruins. I usually prefer to take visitors there as opposed to the Grand Canyon. Still having a former ranger review and give us a tour of the area is a rare treat. I felt blessed to be out there and learning so much. And, I should point out that teaching this guy about Arizona is no mean feat.

 

However, the shit side of the hammer begins to fall. Jeremy turns ill in the desert 60 miles out of town. Both he and I, but mostly him, have put a lot of money, time, and energy into the AZ Adventure Tours, but no money is coming back at us. I’m in a place where even a little extra money would improve my state, quite a bit. He’s stressing hard and the pressure is wailing on him.

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Desert North

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I’m asked to drive the van back to town. I do get some one-on-one time with the former ranger and after a few dozen miles, I share the WildernessPunk idea with her. She says, “No one else can determine the value of the path you take. It’s up to you to judge it yourself.”

 

Feeling honored and lucky I drop her off. I feel the draw of the forest, I mean hell, I’ve been gone from nature a whole hour. I mount up with a truly heavy pack and head out to run a few tasks.

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Lava

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The road is long, about 10 miles. I had managed to Power Up and walk a few miles, while making calls, plotting, and planning. But after a grocery store run, the weight of my backpack becomes epic. I feel the aches and battering I inflicted on myself the day before.

 

I have to first encourage myself aloud. You know, pep talk time. Then on the second leg after I hit dirt, the final resort, signing out loud, but I think the horses and a mule liked it.

 

More contacts, both good and bad form Camp 1, which is weird in itself, but hey, it’s part of this process. Now I sit, sore and weary. August in Northern Arizona and its already growing chilly. My torn up muscles give me some concern. I’d hate to be in too much pain to move and be trapped out here because tomorrow is a town day. I guess you’ll know I wasn’t if I post this tomorrow.

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CyberPunker

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my the rest of the month goes before I really head north and explore the wilds of Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming?

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Cyber_Seven_by_lieggio

Aug
21

Funny to me how this solo living, after being part of a family unit for so long, has become addictive. Even when I was being blessed with luxury, the best type of friends a man could ask for, and vistas of beauty, part of me longed for some of that alone time I’ve grown accustomed too. That’s just the way things are with us humans. Two Fridays ago I was feeling a little lonely between my visitors at the ponds, now, although I certainly don’t have to, I’m seeking out the seclusion of Camp 1.

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Camp 1

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Of course this is after a quick Jacked in Spree at the Monte V. Had some of the social there and a few times after, but here I sit ShareStormed up and watching the darkness claim the forest.

 

I met a woman from the Sioux Nation while walking across town in a light rain. Funny how some people are unaffected and good natured in the middle of situations where others might freak the hell out or curse themselves for being losers.

 

Camp 1 turned out to be mostly fine, although damp. Hopefully the camo tarp given to me by Geff will lower the chance of this happening again and also help conceal the camp.

 

Can you see me

Can you see my camp? This is the view from the front.

Ale, on ice this time, along with charged up tech leaves me fit, although darkness will descend soon. More of the social tomorrow as I emerge from to forest to attend a BD party. It’s the sort of thing I do. Missing some people. I need to contact, my family and a certain someone.

 

Can you see me know

Can you see me from the back?

I’m going to shut down for tonight. Like my devices, my batteries are recharged, yet, as always, being away from your home leads to gaining perspective and a renewed motivation to take up the struggle to build on your goals so they will come to fruition.

 

Guilt and joy battle in my mind. Like freedom versus currency, I am torn. Stepping outside of the mainstream is like climbing up a muddy back that threatens to send you sliding back into the raging river that most of us are swept away with our whole lives without really knowing it.

 

What is life for? Is it for love, experiences, getting more things? Who am I to say which is more reasonable? Am I living true to myself or avoiding life and the responsibilities that hang around our necks like barbells of thorns?

 

Whatever the case, I tend to feel that if you are striving for something and improving yourself, your life, and maybe a being decent to a few people around you, you are not only a success, but perhaps, just a little bit of a hero.

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Drying

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my Trip back to the Lillies goes. Will I have to fight off dogs? Will there be enough beer for me to share with the frogs?

 

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Aug
19

What you gonna do?

Call the Lilly Ponds Camp 2.

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Lilly Long

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Yeah is there really anyplace better to call Camp 2? Sure I could be in Arivipa or Coyote Buttes, but if I was, I’d probably just be doing the Wilderness and have to minus the punk pretty quick as I set off on a quest to insure I survive. I may have sacrificed a few things to get here, but I’m still riding on the wave of reciprocity I received for E-Jacking Kurt into the world of ShareStorm by making all his platforms for him. It took all day, but it was well worth it for both of us. He got and will be getting, about 1000$ worth of services for tossing me some grub, a few beers, and driving me up to the Lillies.

 

Yep, not a bad requirement to have to drive yourself into paradise.

 

I write while he gets his nature photography on. Not a bad deal. I will join him down by the ponds when I am done with this. I don’t feel behind in my game for I already took a dip last night before sunset.

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Kurt Camera

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With just a few supplies in hand life becomes easy on this end. Water and Sun. Good times and fun. Like a Disney world for adults, or at least adults who like to experience things closer to the real, closer to a state where one strips away as much of the clingings of civilization as possible. Moving through the woods with just a spear, dagger, and the clothes on my back

 

The land has an eerie calm today. Not a leaf moves. After all the rain, Northern Arizona has received a green carpet of life, which sweeps through the brown spikes of the forest. Even the bugs and birds go quite as the sun holds its breath, like the world is waiting for something to happen.

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Camp View

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Perhaps the real me is what’s about to happen.

 

What does it mean to attempt to get closer to the true environment? How can you do it? What would it look like if you succeeded and how would you even know if you had?

 

Big questions, perhaps too big to answer, but maybe taking small bites would help. So let me back up a little and create a new term. True Environment (TE). True Environment is a concept I would like to throw out into the world. I’m not saying I’m inventing as much as defining something.  True Environment is the idea you are in a place existing the way it would whether humans lived on our planet or not. So in a sense one could call it an area where humans have not altered the environment away from its natural state.

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Hair Washing

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In many cases this would not be an all or nothing situation. Most of existence is measured on the bell curve as would TE. Think of Antarctica on the TE side and Manhattan on the other side which we can term  HE, or the Human Environment.

 

Sure with a little effort most of us can get to some places with a high TE score which would be close to how a place would be with or without human involvement, but we must also be careful not to oversell a space in the TE scale.

 

Of instance, I LOVE the Lilly Ponds, but… We have sheep being herded in this area, houses are really not too far down the dirt road, a mile away lumber is being harvested, and Boy Scout camp lurks to the southeast. Also people have been collecting firewood here for decades. A wonderful gift for all who encounter this place, true, but are these woods and waters the same way they would be if humans didn’t exist, close, but there would be differences surly. Bears and Mountain Lions might be more common in the area just for starters. More animals might be migrating through as well. And I won’t even bring up the Crawdads again.

 

So obviously a place even as close to Nirvana in so many ways, as the Lilly Ponds, would not receive a perfect TE score. Sometimes when it comes to human survival, having a lower TE score can even help, remember when I found the huge tile during the rainstorm and used it to cover my tent? Then I used an old tin can to help dig post holes to make the poles holding my ramada more secure.

 

Human things help humans. It’s that simple. Face it, toilet paper is a good thing to have. However, an area’s TE rating does not revolve around how well it helps humans survive, it’s based, again, on how untouched a region is by the hands of man and womankind. It is that simple.

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Cat tails

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Now you understand the concept and I think the next step is to develop a system of measurement, because that is what OCD math-mind oriented people like me do. But that will wait until next time.

 

Improve, test, and reward your body and mind. Yeah, I just gave you some homework.

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Trail II

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Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my Trip back to the Lillies goes. Will I have to fight off dogs? Will there be enough beer for me to share with the frogs?

 

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Lilly Cliffy

Aug
17
Published by Grey Matter Press in 2014
Stars: 3.5
Genre: Horror
I have not reviewed an anthology for a while, so I figured I would try Grey Matter’s new book Equilibrium Overturned, which is edited by Bram Stoker Award Nominated Editors Anthony Rivera and Sharon Lawson. The novel contains 14 short horror tales. I will state right out front that these authors were striving to bring the reader more unique and inventive stories, than to purely scare them. These days it gets harder and harder to give new twists to a well-used genre, but these authors all gave it a shot and pulled it off well.
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EquilibriumOverturnedEditedbyAnthonyRiveraandSharonLawson

First up we have The Final Testimony of Molly Ryder, by Jeff Hemenway. If you need to enter the mind of a serial killer to find information on his past kills would it be worth the risk? An eerie tale and good way to kick out the anthology.

Second is Amnion, by John Everson. This is a good example of where the story went more for the odd over horror. This one’s a bit sexy too. It is a little fun to imagine what sort of obsessions, that we could not imagine today, might become part of our culture in the future.

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Deomon Within

Batting third is JG Faherty’s Martial Law. This one was harder to figure out. It was sort of an ‘America is Best’ wet dream. What would you get if you took a politician who wanted America to dominate the world and gave him an army of undead to make it happen. I found the image of fascist culture destroying undead disturbing, but perhaps on a different level than the author intended.

Through The Ghost Lands, by Rose Blackthorn was more dystopian than Horror, but an interesting and entertaining, if disturbing tale. In a grim lifeless land three survivors must keep moving or they attract the shades of a billion dead.

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Gloom Shit

In The Collected Sylvia, Volumes 1 to1388, Geoffrey W. Cole takes us into science fiction world of mythic proportions. I can not say this one did it for me. I missed the point perhaps, for it just seemed like an Id driven ramble to me.

S.G. Lamer presents Perfect Soldiers. This is an inventive story about a gateway to Hell appearing on Earth. Demons fight by claiming souls more than using talon and claw and only certain folks can resist this psychic attack. I liked this one and thought it might be strong enough to produce a whole novel on the idea.

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Wombie, by Martin Slag stumbles toward you next. This is a well written character driven story. A bit of a paranormal investigation with a dash of Lovecraft thrown in. This is one of the more memorable tales and an author I would like to read more of. What is it about; I think this one is up to you to figure out.

Roger Jackson is up next with No-Man’s Land. This one takes as back toward horror. A historical tale cast during WWI. No sides seems to be able to do more than kill each other, but what if one side could figure out a way to use all those dead soldiers?

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The Alamo Incident, by Sean Eads is part of his Chronicle of Timaeus Shields. Good back ground work. This was like reading a small novel. I like the character and the action. Only draw back was the glorification of Andrew Jackson, who is a president I can not stand.

The Butcher of Gad Street was written by Stephen T. Fessels. Alright I loved this one. More Dark Fantasy than horror, but very exciting. Again, this was more like a few chapters from and action packed novel. Acrid is a huge warrior and a fun guy to follow around while he tried to rescue his daughter from a nasty demon.

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Dark Path

The Queen of Thermodynamic Equilibrium, by Josh Vogt, slowed things down for me. He attempted to set up a whole universe in just a few pages and it felt a little rushed. Feeding off ghosts and the division of the humans who love of hate death did not go over well with me the way it was presented.

Jay Caselberg wrote Compartmental. This one had my interest fading. A little arty. A little slow.

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Mirror

This is not a Horror Story, by Tim Waggoner brought some fun back into the anthology. A gory comedy piece. It was short and sweet, which is something some author’s miss.

Lastly is Sunrise, by Tony Knighton. This was a nice way to end the anthology. This is another strong character driven story. In a world where the sun and rain can kill you, how can a father hope to keep his sick son alive?

This was a strong and well rounded anthology. A few stories did not resonate with me, but most keep me hurrying to turn pages. More inventive than traditional horror, but that is not a bad thing. Good modern authors here. I expect I will be seeing more work from many of them.

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Equilibrium Overturned, edited by Anthony Rivera on Amazon
Aug
16

I grabbed Chaos by the tail. I’d say it grabbed mine, but I don’t have one.

 

Meetings went fine that night. Looks like I might become a young comedian’s manager and I got a few free ales from the Aussie Skateboarder skating Route 66.

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Sunest Storm

 

Meetings went fine that night. Looks like I might become a young comedian’s manager and I got a few free ales from the Aussie Skateboarder skating Route 66.

 

Despite my lack of, well almost everything, I have chosen to head for to Phoenix and then make Tucson my goal. I must make in to the Castle in the Desert.

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One might throw out the idea that passing through 300 miles of Arizona desert during the summer without a vehicle might be a rather questionable thing to do.  However with at least some money, you can lever a way and in the end, good friends usually prove more important.

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Shuttle

Van à Downtown Flagstaff  à Shuttle to Phoenix Sky Harbor à I get picked up by Kurt. He decided to hire Sharestorm to get his platforms ready for his Nature Photography business and after some day beers and mixing my Rising Hy with his fresh garden goodies, we had quite the feast. àWooks takes me to the north side of America’s fourth largest city. After a two mile, 100 degrees even with the sun down, hike we hit a Brewery and then call it a night.

Kurt

Wooks and I hit the highway after I Jack-In and ShareStorm it there. We rip it to Tucson, where as it should be, our first stop is the Nugget where we greet Nick Nicholson who has moved back to the USA after living in Brazil for a quarter of a century.

 

After some 4th Ave brewery love, I finally make it to the Castle. Jacked in and loving life. After so many years of torment and distress, to be truly relaxed, at peace, and happy feels strange, like finding a yacht after swimming through a thousand miles of open ocean. As I lounge in the pool with the BBQs going, well, this is a slice of Nirvana. Later a storm seeps in providing us an A+ lightning show. It blasts the city of Tucson while the night lays claim to the land.

ThunderStorm

Poker, IPAs, great food, and pool hopping. What more can a Boneman ask for? Well, I guess I might have liked winning the poker game. At the end of the night, one of those Facebook miracles happens and I’m set up for a ride to Phoenix from my old school punk rock buddy, Andy Horsehead. Sometimes the world rewards us once we get on the right path.

 

The heat cleanses me like nothing else can. It sweats my toxins away, frying off the spiders worrying at the edges of my mind. I am a man seeking a rebirth, needing a new path. The desert dries me. I become a husk, purged of my past, my items. I become just a hollow shell. A void seeking to be refilled with new direction and purpose. I take a step

 

 

 

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Desert

 

 

Thanks for listening and turn back in to see how my Trip back to the Lillies goes. Will I have to fight off dogs? Will there be enough beer for me to share with the frogs?

 

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Three Guys

Aug
15

Genre: Horror

Published by Titan Books in 2015

Stars:5

Okay, before we start anything I should just come out and say this is by far the best book I have read this year and I have a feeling other novels will be hard pressed to keep this from being the best book I get to read in 2015. I have read another of Lebbon’s novels, an Alien based book called Out of Shadows, which I reviewed here on SFReader and also enjoyed, but The Silence really took things up a notch and was just a superb novel.
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TheSilencebyTimLebbon

In central Europe a cave is opened up that releases a creature that will later be known as the Vesps. These are meat eating bat like reptiles that hunt by sounds. They also reproduce at an alarming rate and their eggs hatch creatures that are already able to fly and kill. Soon all of Europe is being destroyed by these quickly multiplying beasts.

The thread of the story follows a small family as they attempt to struggle through the chaos as much of England flees north. Soon the Vesps are not the only thing to fear as humans begin to abuse one another as well.

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David Hell

The story if full of a brooding and building suspense that really pushes the reader to drive through the pages. Since I have so many books to review this almost never happens, but I found myself not wanting the book to end, it was that good.

On a personal note, my son was due to be born as I read this novel. As the family rushed north racing against the arrival of the vesps, I was racing to prepare for my son’s birth at both at work and at home. The vesps arrival in the book happened right as my son was about to be born, it matched my nervous race to accomplish things well. We use horror as a way to put a face on our more mundane concerns and fears. Monsters equal unpaid bills etc. I found this dual race to accomplish goals very intense and appreciate the author for his hard work.

The book was well written and also a bit of a tear-jerker as well. And as I said, very intense. I think the vesps were just fantastic. In a genre like Horror it is very very hard to come up with new ideas, but Lebbon did it and knocked it out of the park. I rarely give 5 star reviews, (I think this might be my third) but this book is getting one.

Is there any downsides to this book? I wish it was longer. This is no sequel… That might be all I could think of.

If you like Horror or Apocalyptic novels, I would say rush out and grab this one. Seriously, it is a rare treat.

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The Silence, by Tim Lebbon on Amazon

 

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