"Guy banging a hammer in a dilapidated RV"

"Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague"

Cormac McCarthy,  Blood Meridian p.83

On the trail. New Project, New hats, Soon.

It's been a really-long time since we've had a run of hats, shirts, anything.  But very soon we're throwing these out there.  Link to Haggard Store

Snow out the window

Tales from a crumpled water bottle.

Overthinking should play no role on a motorcycle trip, especially when you're past the point of no easy return.  In motion it's all split second decisions, reflex, flex & relax.  From hair dryer wind in tinderbox country to walls of  bone-chilling ocean humidity.  Sometimes ending up 30 miles in the wrong direction with dark nearing.  Side road improv campsites.  Lane split and fruitstand refreshments.

Find a rhythm and get lost in a place beyond familiarity..  you'll realize it isn't so bad.  The mind can all too often default to negativity, everything else has gone to shit, but really, maybe your head is in the wrong place.  It's easy to dig yourself a hole, each misfortune, bout with the bottle, workplace ruts.  Every destructive thought adding more fuel to the perpetual cycle.      

Life is an unfinished project; did you have other plans?

Enjoy these Taylor shots from a couple years back, Portland-Oakland-...

Modoc forest.  I remember eating saltines at some point.  This was a long day after a heavy party.  With darkness nearing we pulled off into a very silty road.  Tents popped up and passed out.

What's the Patrick's Point.  Luxurious mossy forest floors.  Skunks.  Waist height fire ring.

 Somewhere, Southern Oregon coast, most likely 40 something degrees.  Wincing into the wind.

Oh, Yea, That

It's a November Monday, generally hermit season.  Good time to get some extra hours at work, in the garage, or finish off a bottle of Tennessee whiskey.  Really though, maybe all of that.  

It seems, besides-the-obvious that things have been beginning to fray around here..  I'm not sure what the pursuit is about sometimes, these old machines or cave-people weekends out there.  The mindset is right though, escape while you can.  But with age everything gets thrown in the rock tumbler and all the old hard edges chip off revealing some sort of smoothed edges, a palatable version.

There is nothing appealing to me about a large city in 2021.  So many of us wait contemplating what to do next...

In an attempt to revive this old fashioned fervor;  I've begun to crack into years of neglected film.  Hopefully sparking something, somewhere, even if it's an "oh, yea, that".

 

HITW-10

Hope everyone is having a good Sunday night.  Fall is rolling in and so is this year's Haggard In The Woods.  The tenth installment in this journey.  9-10am meetup at Slim's in St. Johns..

 

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