Category: Photo

A ride that turned out in an extraction because of massive mechanical and mental breakdown. I think it was the devel dust that started it all.

One is cool. But then you are alone in adventure. Two is optimal, it covers everything. But three. Well. That is just asking for it.

Mentally ill? Why am I selfish? Why don’t I have empathy or care about others? Why am I a selfish Pig that doesn’t even care about his own parents? Why do I have to be anything? What is the point? All valid questions. If I don’t escape into this, then there is nothing.

It looks like a dead end. Some may know it otherwise. Some think a troll will pop up and kill them. Why even cross the bridge to see the other side? Why get up in the mornings. The fact is that life is a dead end. And for me, I need something to do while I creep closer to death. Are other people just dead ends? Are they the trolls that wish to kill you? I have a feeling, which is probably wrong, that people are not dead ends. And people have the potential to be good. I wonder why I keep crossing that bridge to see what is out there. Today, fuck it. I’m turning around.

When cornering Buttons throws all the stuff we have lying around across the van. So today I am mounting all the gadgets we have. Outside thermometer, solar hookup, the fan control, and carbon monoxide detector. All mounted today. See Buttons images at https://photos.app.goo.gl/xi75cEsy7oNhD6TUA.

Photos at https://photos.app.goo.gl/P8cNFxE5maq1R7d46 and https://ridewithgps.com/trips/50433669 for the route.

https://photos.app.goo.gl/NbvTXTi6a8uSdu7x6

This mash-up screams “hunker down mode: activated” – like wrapping yourself in a quilt of the most soul-hugging homemade pizza, the kind of muffins that make you forget the world outside exists, and a path so snow-kissed it could be a holiday card. It’s a visual feast that whispers (or maybe shouts, if you’re hungry) about finding that sweet spot of comfort and indulgence when the great outdoors feels more like a scene from a dramatic survival movie.

You can almost feel the warmth radiating from the vibrant hues and rustic textures of the feast before you, a stark contrast to the serene, almost magical solitude of a path blanketed in snow. It’s the essence of “hunkering down” – that art of cocooning yourself away, be it from a physical blizzard or the stormy weathers of life, in search of those golden nuggets of joy and rejuvenation.

This collage isn’t just easy on the eyes; it’s a deep dive into our collective craving for warmth, sustenance, and a touch of connection, even when circumstances try to play the villain. It’s an open invitation to hit pause, relish in those bite-sized moments of bliss, and cozy up in the sanctuary of our own making.