Go Back
For nine straight years, I’ve been riding the same road. As long as I wanted to make it different, nicer, wider, wilder, I was always on it. Even when I went out to a different road, I woke up finding myself on the same, big one, not knowing how or when the two connected.
The Last Two Weeks is the realization that I no longer want to ride it.
I’m leaving the car at the parking lot with the keys on it and walking with my bare feet in the true wild. Bringing a small manual, some nuts, a couple of work tools, and a free mind.