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Travelin Harmonica

Only kinda sounds coming outta this harmonica, are travelin adventure sounds.

Making it happen.

Somewhere around thirty five thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean, I hurtle through the troposphere in a winged tin can. Between pauses, I draw from the Jack and Coke sitting on the tray table next to me. Luckily, the flight wasn't entirely full, so I have 2 seats to spread out.

The last few weeks have been surreal, as if walking the path through a lucid dream. I can touch, see, smell, feel, and hear all that surrounds me in vivid stereo reality, and I interact with it thoroughly. I'm feeling more comfortable than usual in my travel scenario, and I begin to step into the role unfolding before me. Traveler, journeyman, bohemian, nomad, beacon of inspiration, leader, gypsy, pirate, and truthfully bare, a tree-hugging-hippie. The Jack has a way of easing my nerves, as I'm throttling hundreds of miles an hour towards Maui to begin a journey of epic proportions.

For the next five months I will be traveling around Hawaii, island hopping, working on organic farms, learning the ins and outs of what it takes to run a small farm, riding my Surly LHT, beach camping, writing, reading (in the queue; Ishmael, The Omnivore's Dilemma, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and Lucid Dreaming in 30 Days), making new friends, surfing, meeting ladies, and soaking in the realness of the earth. My path to truth is in its genesis, and it's really happening because I'm making it happen.

I'm beyond excited, but I must remember this is not solely a vacation. It is first and foremost a journey of research. Yes, I could have just as easily chosen Ohio, or BFE Kansas to apprentice on a farm…. but I didn't. I'm gunna go kick it on Maui for five months.


Two weeks ago seemed to be the heart of surreality. Burning Man 2010: Metropolis. This would be the third time I'd burned, but the first time I'd stayed in the outskirts, or, first-com-first-serve area. The suburbs were nice, in that it provided a refuge from the majority of commotion. I forget what Burning Man means until I'm on the near approach. Memories flood back, and I screech with excitement the closer we get, or more appropriately, the further we delve into the desert sphere. Art cars, gifted food, open and friendly conversation with complete strangers, fire, glowing shit, climbing, art installations, costuming, over 900 acres of interactive experiences, and the possibilities become endless. For me, Burning Man reinvigorates my zest for the unusual, and recharges my creative batteries. "Welcome Home" means welcome back to the place where you can be ultimately yourself - the choice is yours. The pirate circus carnival dreamscape, as I've come to understand it. This year was especially significant for me, because I feel like I really stepped outside my usual realm of comfort. Elliott and I stayed on the edge of the city, and did what we pleased. He did his thing, and I did mine. It was an excellent unison and we'd occasionally setting out for the evening to go separate ways. We are truly kindred spirits, and our interaction was incredibly organic.

Day 1: Arrive 5am, set up, get acquainted. Brewski, head over to burrito place - Meet chafed titty mama (to which a song was written). Evening, sit on the playa and trip out. Feeling really good. Elliott tells me, "You're doing good in life." I'm extremely honored because I often look up to him.
Day 2: Wandering with El & Molly. 2 rounds of mushrooms, 500 foot horizon spanning floating balloons, Nexus, fireballs, and a random street corner bus stop.
Day 3: Prom - wore a pretty dress. Wish I had pics - it was seriously sexy. CarBQue at Gigsville
Day 4: Stack 600 lb wooden spheres on top of each other with Wizzard, who, after assembling our statue, disappeared right into the desert, seemingly birthed by Zeus himself. Evening donned Santa, start partying at Laughing Monkey, feel out of place, wander to Ridazz Camp and eventually meetup with Crespin, Dave, and Rambod. Take copious random drugs. Climb things. Hold hands with strangers, watching the sunrise and walk into it. No sleep for the wicked.
Day 5: Pack and depart. Drive home, bathe in a river, back into reality.

13 hours later, I'm back at the homestead to pack my life up, and begin my WWOOFing experience. As a last hurrah, I had a going away party, and it was a phenomenal success. Matt grilled up amazing barbecue, we got a keg (which was tapped rather early), and there were more people at my house than I was expecting. It made me incredibly happy to see all my friends come out to celebrate and be with me in the last hours of my Los Angeles experience. Lots of riders. It was cool to see so many bikes lined up on the fence.


On top of that, Pregnant Minds wrapped up that very same day, and it has come to full fruition. We only had enough for 18 copies, but the end result is seriously legit. Each contributor will get a copy. Andrew and I are already brainstorming on PM2.0 and there is some excellent potential for possible investing and future issues. Pregnant Minds is the tangibility of ideas.

I got a new tattoo on my wrist. A Nordic Rune stone; Dagaz. It was perfectly fitting; "In each life there comes at least on moment which, if recognized and and seized, transforms the course of that life forever. Rely, therefore, on radical trust, even though the moment may call for you to leap, empty-handed, into the void. With this Rune, your Warrior Nature reveals itself."

So I'm about to land in Maui. The unknown awaits, and I will keep updating.


**Update** After day 1, I'm never leaving this place. Work is from 8-12, otherwise, I can do as I please. We all made a group meal last night of delicious whole foods. Kale & yacon salad, quinoa & tomatoes, home brewed guacamole, a beer, and to top it off a bowl from the owner of the farm. I slept under the stars last night because I've been having trouble finding a place to hang my hammock. The stars are breathtaking. I think I'll go into Kahului today and get a small one man tent for the time being, until I put up the geodome. It is all very exciting.

I live in a tent under a tree on a farm with an ocean view. It's so unreal, but I'm incredibly grateful for the opportunities I have been fortunate enough to activate.

more to come.