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