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Day 95: dark logging roads and giant, sadistic housecats

October 3, 2013April 19, 2015 / carrot quinn

July 24
Mileage 31
Mile 1429 to mile 1460

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Did yall know that dogs are special treasures from heaven sent to comfort us in our time of need; I'm in portland and it's great/warm 'n drizzly/all the trees are blooming; the future is overwhelming and amazing and terrifying; here we all are/what a time to be alive
I went running today on the PCT near Idyllwild and it gave me all sorts of feelings like, I'm low-key ashamed to be a part of the long distance hiking community because, while there are a handful of rad folks who give a shit as our country spirals downward into fascism, nearly everyone else is, at best, a "focus on the positive" aka "I refuse to acknowledge any systems of oppression that do not affect me personally" type or, at worst, an actual fascist. And I'm like, how do we change this? How do we radicalize the entire outdoors community. Because that would be cool. .. Edited to add: I don't have any answers, only questions. Just having feelings and shouting into the void/trying not to feel hopeless.
The palo verde trees are blooming in Tucson and I'm having so many feelings, esp about leaving. I feel so deeply connected to the sonoran desert, I love the house I've been living in here, I love the brilliant strong grounded people here and all the good work they're doing. I love the light and the sunrises and the birds and the painted crumbling neighborhoods and the cholla valleys and the jagged mountains. My pattern since birth has been to move around from place to place and I am so glad and grateful that the sonoran desert has become one of the places I return to again and again and I'm already looking forward to coming back in the fall. Maybe next year I'll stay through the summer and finally get to see the monsoons, and experience the transcendental heat. I just want a reason to put a cupholder on my bike that can hold a polar pop, you know? Bye until fall Tucson, I love you, you are a shining magic jewel and I am grateful for you ✨✨ ... Also, if this feels like a bit of an irish exit to a lot of ppl, I'm sorry, I'm rly socially awkward and I'll do better next time🌹
I drove spontaneously across the border to the sea of cortez yesterday with my friend Emily. The sun set while we were on the highway; we arrived at the sand dunes in the dark, made a fire in the sand and warmed a casserole dish of leftover enchiladas while the dogs foraged for dead birds. After eating we stayed up too late lying on our bellies in the sand in front of the fire trying to puzzle out the irreconcilable contradictions of existance, as though embodiment and the human condition were a knot that could be untangled if we just tried hard enough. The stars appeared and we could hear the waves crashing as the tide came in and new ideas kept rising up in the dark like sparks and it felt as though all our answers were just around the corner, as though if we talked a little while longer they would at last appear before us, something solid and real that we could hold. But we found only false summit after false summit and we fell asleep in the van, safe from the wind, the dogs tucked into their beds, before ever reaching the moon, and when we woke the world was just the same as it had always been. So we walked on the beach which was, on closer inspection, just trillions of crushed shells, and ate warm potatoes we'd left in the coals the night before.
Should I make a youtube channel b4 starting my hike this summer? Or wut
For the last 3 years I've lived out of my '95 econoline van for 3/4 of every year. I'm p lazy as far as buildouts go, but today, in anticipation of another season of vandwelling, I finally took out the (super gross) carpet that had 25 years of ground-in dirt, and replaced it w this cute rug from the thrift store that I can actually take out and clean when I need to. The whole process required just a knife, a screwdriver, and an hour. Swipe thru for before, during and after photoz🚚🚚🚚

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