Pack it up Pack it in!

Welcome to my video cliff-notes on how to cram your life into a car. Shot entirely with a GoPro.

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You know that quote, the one about enjoying the journey over the pursuit of the destination? Well I can't really remember it verbatim (surprise surprise) but this ghost town in the middle of nowhere Utah seems to embrace the idea for me. An idea that I've centered my life around. Somewhere between Moab and Fruita, Colorado lies a vacated ghost town. One worthy of exploring and exercising various shenanigans. You know, the kind of ghost town you want to return to but after having rallied your troops to join for a massive campout.

It's a pretty surreal process walking through an abandoned town. You can feel the presence of previous life. An old game of Yahtzee sitting on a shelf, a frying pan lying half buried in a dirt floor, a dirty magazine in the bus isle and an old Airstream trailer that was locked up solid. Stirring my desire to break in even more.

I had this weird yet awesome moment staring into old busses and vans. I looked at the things similar to my ride and wondered... I wondered if their driverside arm rest was bent from too much leaning, like mine was. I wondered how many days and nights were spent gut-laughing with good friends between and around the doors and windows of the car. I even wondered if there were any rooftop jam sessions, like the one that left my roof slightly dented but with a good story. The kind of battle damage that comes from the night where your buddy was throwing down some rooftop mad-skills on your guitar along with the bluegrass band that played below. All while under the stars at the Mobile Gas Station in Lee Vining.

I wondered if someone would do the same to my rig someday. Imagining and even inventing the stories that made up the life my vehicle. In all reality my little Honda Element will probably be crushed into a small(er) cube one day and never seen again, or even blown apart due to some hero-move I'd later pull while trying to fix something that I have no idea how to.

Either way, there's something rad about that old town and the unknown stories that definitely had a presence. I'm glad we stopped.

Here's to the ghost towns and the in-betweens.

Here's to now.

Spring Gathering

Some of the best times in life are found with good friends gathered around a fire. Beaten up from the enjoyment of the day, we replenished with good beer, music and laughter. Like you do.

So good to see new and familiar faces at Quartz Mountain this weekend!