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New Year: WildernessPunk

January 3, 2017

I sit for a moment in the airport. Big beer/Small Salad. Pausing, I try to think on what the New Year will bring. What will it mean for me and the rest of the people and animals wiping around the universe on this giant glowing ball of life. . . Sitting within such a crowded […]

Year’s End

December 30, 2016

I sit alone within a darkened house. Outside the rain washes over the deep green moss which appears to cover most of the exposed stone one sees in Seattle. I am back from a city hike. I return damp and revived. Like a forest within a city, I sit for a moment alone and dry […]

I’m Back the Return of WildernessPunk

November 15, 2016

Hello again, surprised to hear from me? I know I’ve happily spilled all sorts of jargon about the integrity of WildernessPunk and I still believe in what I have said, unlike the vast majority of our current politicians. But if there is anything I learned from this last election, truth, decency, and consistency are not […]

Okay,One More… WildernessPunk

October 24, 2016

Alright, so I said the last post might be the final WildernessPunk post, at least for a while. On a side note, it has been odd not writing them. However, as plans go I think I won’t be accumulating any bad karma or letting down my integrity by completing a few aspects of the WildernessPunk […]

The End of WildernessPunk?

October 12, 2016

Okay, so it is not like I haven’t hinted about this. Everyone has pluses and minuses in Life. Responses to responsibilities, gifts and people gunning for them. Okay, maybe you don’t have all those things, but I do. If it was just me, and I’ve said this too, I’d be off so deep, that I’d […]

Self-Censor of my WildernessPunk

September 26, 2016

I head out for my first official Fall camp. And yeah, it’s good ol’ Camp 1. Can’t knock it other than Lucy eating a few holes in one of my shirts. Bad, bad, camp rat. Kurt told me to kill you, but instead you get tortillas and still no gratitude. Windy with an edge of […]

Resolution

September 22, 2016

Remember yesterday? Not yours, mine. Since then, 24 hours later, I’ve gone from being uncertain and insecure to determined. Even my spit of ill luck has washed away as our first Fall storm hits Flag. Funny how sometimes a person only needs a day to plan and plot, with a few conversations and some focused […]

Fall… into WildernessPunk

September 21, 2016

It is 9/21/2016… and Fall has begun. With it comes uncertainty and with that comes the need for me to either figure out a way to seriously step up my game or make different choices. . . I never intended WIldernessPunk to be merely a journal of my exploits and issues. My goal, as stated, […]

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

September 12, 2016

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. . . 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 […]

Fear Based Folly Meets WildernessPunk

September 9, 2016

I ended up really liking Camp 4 and could see myself going back there. As anyone who has read even one of these WP can grok, I’m not a big fan of crowds, yet, when I am isolated, I’m not immune to the Heebie Jeebies and I’m not talking about my favorite Flagstaff band. . […]