little drive across the mountains to a town about 30 minutes away, for some plants, coffee and a good excuse to drive the truck through some mud…

zip line structure started to take shape this saturday, a shit ton of concrete and some brilliant local guys making sure shit went right…

till im back in the states, and reality kicks in. back to doing constant amounts of nothing. haven’t stopped moving here, an im really fucking into it…

things that have been happening,
pre trip seizure in my sleep, doctor here informed me that i tried to bite my tongue off… yeah diabetes. ran over a chicken, dead hummingbird in the sofa, lost my dad for over 3 hours in a marathon in the mountains. lifting more rocks than i could have ever imagined, pretty much working my ass off here, power tools are in full effect.  there are talks of building a zip line on the property, for pleasure and for function…

its always nice the night before you get on a plane, to have a night terror.
this was a pretty epic one to kick off my trip…  so i guess i tried to smash my teeth/face in on this one, don’t know where don’t know how, pretty much just woke up in a blood drenched pillow. fucked myself up real good this time… judging by 4 loose teeth on my bottom jaw and 3 or 4 really sore ones up top, oh and bite marks on my gum’s and bruised to shit tongue… this shits gotta stop, damn full moon freak-outs

if someone could win the lottery and get me one of these, that would be perfect. thanks in advance ha

couple photos from my dads perspective…

rolling somewhere new again, have no place to call home anymore, not in this country at least. working on a professional nomad status.