Camp 5, Road Tripping, and Saying Bye to my Short-lived Wheels

Okay, so this is by biggest break since starting WildernessPunk, but there was a good reason for this. Give me a moment and I’ll think one up.

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When one has a ride all the time, you get comfortable and move at a different pace, but when one strangely has an unexpected ride, knowing you only have the vehicle for one more weekend sends the sparks flying and you have to determine what would be the best use of the ride over those days.

 

For me the obvious answer was… Tucson.

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Let’s face the facts, this WildernessPunk thing I’m doing would not be for everyone and does not come without its challenges, but after all the hell I’ve recently endured, I have been embracing Dionysus over Apollo. Can this go on forever. Should it? Well yeah, but some pieces would have to fall into place very well and one can’t count on perfection giving you an O, so it’s more than a little possible, my life could change, I might have to start grinding and could have to obtain a rectangle of some sort.

 

Will WIldernessPunk continue? I’ll just have to see how it plays out, but I can tell you that I won’t be talking about work and TV some day in the future and calling it WildernessPunk. Certain standards will be kept.

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I was approaching a point and it was, since the cold cometh as well as other situations, I may not be able to continue with my WP ways forever, so it might be time to starting thinking about going out with a bang, reaching a climax, taking it home, and all that. Yellowstone is hard to beat, when discussing climaxes, but since I’m still going, I guess that wasn’t my climax. I might not know what it will be, however a trip to see my oldest friends and poker it up, with even me nerding out and running a first level D + D game was pretty dope. Cactus, poolside, friends, food, and just being a dork was damn fun. I’m so glad I headed down there.

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Sometimes the soul needs chaos, but the relaxing kind. Chaos doesn’t have to be a bouncing Duffy Duck, it can be chill and perhaps chilling in some luxury. Chaos often means you’re just putting yourself in a situation which doesn’t occur often and I don’t make it down there often enough, so there I went.

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I might have one more climatic trick tucked away, but I will keep it hidden for now.

 

On the way down, I figured I’d move a few miles behind me before I set up my tent, so I gave a small tribute to my father by camping at the lonely old road called Dugus. My father had known Old Man Dugus. In some respects, I live in Arizona because my father took me out here when I was a kid because he used to spend his summers out in Dugus, with his park ranger uncle, when he was a kid.

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My favorite story about was how Dugus used to catch gila monsters and fatten them up in a barrel, because for Dugus they were a well worth the wait and he considered their tails a delicacy. They were also live in garbage disposals. Camp 5 was nothing too fancy, but it put me an hour closer to my goal and provided me with a fog filled sunrise.

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I did manage to get out to the Sonoran Desert more this trip. Wooks and I set ourselves to hiking into the Tucson mountains. I thought we had an early start, but going from high elevation to low doesn’t make up for that pounding heat. Still since my Eternal Aftermath Series has many scenes which take place in this mountain range, the more exploration I can do to scout out for my novels the better.

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So after my last dose of out of town fun with my pals, I’m back up at Camp 1. The car is gone and so is the sun. I’ve got too many things to do to avoid heading into town. The Real World is nibbling at me, hovering around the edges. It will be interesting to so how quickly things might change and how long I can ride the WildernessPunk.

 

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Please swing back by and discover which path of Chaos my foot falls n next.

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