MARCH 7 2024
Hello diary
I'm in my bag in my tent in Black Dragon Canyon, the suns crested setting
The birds are chirping me, goodnight birdies
I'm eaten beef jerky & cured italian cubes
My stomachs growlin from Fatty's way back in Castledale
I parked & trudged up the canyon
Coulda drove a ways, yes, but let's enjoy the ride
The canyon walls encompass me in them
I'm Moby, & my tent my book my world gets darker as I'm ever swallowed Deeper,
birds sing, rare chimes
Let there be light! & so there was light
Up an hour in the canyon the only sign I've seen
"No Camping in Canyon"
... sorry, but Ruby said I could!
No turning back, obviously
I set up camp far from the trail
Far from Salt Lake, the red brown dirt dusty earth air is refreshing
I feela boy in this world, I'm on the precipice of manhood
Blue bushels grow, this used to be an ocean, or what?
What's it to see the world?
The rock bison gave me blessing, it's dark now
It's dark… after setting tent, I scrambled up to catch the sun
The horizon of cliff kept getting farther and higher
Just when i seemed impossibly approaching there it gave
& gave it did to the big land below, open ocean of high American
desert,
I s'pose this the end of BDC.
Looming expanse gray-green ocean cornered with me plop, sit-sat
upon a rock, Mint gum pocket snaps, pink cigarettes lit- wind
rushes up from below.
I spit and my spit flies back up in the air 10 feet above cliffline,
I laugh
I stick my head over the drop apprehensively, how many hundreds
of feet?
I pick up a rock to throw, I stop myself.
I breathe, then my shadow casts it over the edge into the abyss.
MARCH 8 2024 CAMP
hello diary
I've just returned from down up-stream!
Feels good to kick the shoes off back @ camp.
Big morning…(/afternoon?) who can keep track of the time
Would be nice but my guess is 2/3pm
Prob like 2:20 14:20 army time
Good solid trip. Found my lifestone.
Under the elder tree he spoke to me
He gave me my life, i came to terms with it
I am alive!!! This he showed me. And the earth
The earth om nom nom nom eats breathes speaks, is all going
Om nom nom nom….
Can't forget about Mr Bush who I met on my ascent,
He was very polite. Led me right to the top and jesus did I know it,
but America,
America! FROM THE POST CARDS! God damn it!
How am I the only one out here? I swear I heard footsteps right
when I made it into the bed of open beach utopia lifestyle paradise
but truly it was just me there! As far as I can tell! When I was
walking to the top zone I kept thinking people would greet me and
welcome me to the Being Alive Party! But, no, just me today,
But the whole world is alive around me, so it's still a party.
What a world! Fucking mind boggling
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A couple key things to remember
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I am alive, so are you
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Civilization cropping the world down so much that you
are no longer anywhere except inside it
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No camping allowed maybe being a good thing bc crazy
fucking people mighta been living here… but where do we
draw the line?
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I gotta live… dad's jobs cool, but its opportunity is hal the
payout in itself because it allows me to realy really open
my vision to maximizing my own journey
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What the fuck to do with my life?
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Capitalists make change and can be a part of it, and can
also enjoy nature, this is dads job, but how much change
would i really have with money, away from friends and
life, wouldnt this stop my growth? I'm so lucky to be
where I am it seems I must push on and follow the light. I
need to capture the beauty of the life i want to chase and
this is the value in itself i can create through videos and art
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How would i go about making money off what i live
without exploiting myself?
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Earth reality pressing crashing snapping just like ketamine
rug crush of existence
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Those flies who were my friend
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What's the story of the Indians, or the stories of the
Indians, what they get up to?
MARCH 9 2024 CAMP
Hello diary. Holy shit its cold as fuck
I thought night #1 was rough, waking up 5 or so times for a few
minutes of shivering, but last night has that beat. I dont know if it
just got extra cold or if it was a combination of being outside all
day, or cuz I took an advil PM to try to help me sleep in turn
cursing me, but shit it felt like I never fell asleep but just suffered
through the night and somehow slept through dawn. But its okay,
its over now, well, not exactly, im sitting on my front porch
overlooking Black Dragon and the 8am sun but I'm still shivering
to shit. I have all my stuff on, even my gloves, thank god I got
those, I'm shivering like crazy. My bag says its good for 30
degrees and I got a 15 degree heat liner so I shoul be sitting pretty
into 15, but def not. I'll have to look up the temps when I get back
to SLC but I didn't think it was suppose to go below 30. (34 the
first night, 23 the second) *(damn!)
I'm sipping on a can of La Colombe's sweet & creamy oatmilk
vanilla latte, and its bringing me life. It's the only coffee I brought,
because me caffeine squirts much more travellable but I'm glad I
brought this can its yummy. So down bad last night thinking of
nothing except the fact that it's cold and I couldn't escape it. I ate
one of my strawberry protein poptart things, and it was so cold
that I thought it was the cinnamon one…
That bird that dived and spun and sung in front of me yesterday
was amazing, I should see what type it was (Not sure) it went
upside down tucked its wings in and made a beautiful call
I'm still cold but finally done shivering… phew.
Crazy how during the day can be naked and lounging and at night
suffering even all bundled up and seemingly prepared. So lucky it
didn't rain or snow.
Shivering again, windyyyyyyy… birds….
I was planning to do 3 nights up here (sort of, I didn't even know
anything about this place) but since I'm pretty much out of water,
and practically froze in the night, and legally unsure if I'm allowed
to camp here, I think my two night stay is satis
Yesterday on my exploration I was given the choice between going
left or right canyon head jut off, the left felt like "the light"
, the unsure future, the right felt like a promised cave, a beautiful good
time, but not the future. I went left
Still can't believe I experienced "post card America" to the extent
that I did yesterday, pretty solid time.
Last night I just read Monkey Wrench Gang, it's pretty good, but I
have a hard itme understanding the environments, like yeah
canyonlands, Utah, desert, rivers, but he's not so clear, or maybe
he's too descriptive to the point where it hinders my simple mind.
Can't decide what I want to do tonight… back to SLC? Or drive to
see something cool and camping on the road? It's fking cold…..
Idk what I need to be warmer in my sleeping bag but I need it.
Going out here makes me appreciate having the island and the
farm so much as homes to go to because those are just as much
nature retreats as any camping is. They are just more luxurious
with all their technological amenities.. But like, I am abl to chill
there, same way I;ve found some chill here.
Having those to come home to is such a great gift.
I can go live, dare, travel, risk, then come home to relative ease
and comfort.
I kind of have to poo, I haven't since SLC… So…
I think I'll wait, for the benefit of the canyon and just vibes.
(I took a giant shit on my front porch 2 mins after writing this)
March 10 home in slc
Yesterday I explored up in a canyon with kind of crazy
rock scrambles, scaring myself a bit but listening and trusting
myself. Found this old tin thing way up there with the inscription
'Prince Albert'
, pretty crazy. Made it back down safely. Cars
driving through canyon, thought for sure they were spying on me
and I was gonna get in trouble for camping there and car towed and have to hitchhike back to slc with nothing but it was all good. While scared and paranoid I smoked a cigarette hiding behind a rock sitting on the ground and it was the best cig
I've smoked this year. Being an outlaw feels good? Met this old
couple Jean and Nancy from Quebec at the inscriptions, sniffed
him out for a fellow french canadian, great guy and gave me good
advice on a scenic route back to SLC through Buckhorn Wash.
Was god damn patriotic, people herding cattle on horseback, I'm
barefoot.
Big ass meal hurt my stomach all the way home.
March 10..
Feeling a little bit depressed back in civilization
Like what the fuck