Nothing but the sound of the fire and the coyotes far off in the distance.
I’d like 2016 to be the year that I find myself heading back into the wild on a regular basis. Whether it’s a hike or a Jeep trip, being out in nature is on the top of my list.
A lot of us, including myself, tends to get caught up in our day to day. Sometimes we let something relatively minor snowball into something completely bigger than it actually is. It might be a deadline at work, it could be an argument you had with a family member; it’s usually something that won’t have any bearing on your life after a couple weeks out. Just a blip on the radar.
I’ve come to realize that preventing that snowball is figuring out what the constants are in your life. What are those things that you always refer back to when you try to calm your nerves. Everyone has constants even if they haven’t realized it.
One of my constants is the desert. I can go out year after year, decade after decade, and it remains relatively unchanged. It’s a place that that will always be as it was when I first found it. No matter the snowball, it will always be there waiting to bring me back down to reality.
To ground me in what really matters.
So when you’re about to snowball, take a moment to reflect on the constants in your life.
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Well I’m very much looking forward to 2016 and be on the look out for my first blog post of the new year. Thanks so much for visiting my site! Now get out there and explore!
For the past several years my Uncle has run the trout ponds at McGee Creek RV Resort and Campground.
Despite my love for the outdoors I never took the oppourtunity to visit Mammoth and partake in the beauty that is the Sierra Nevada Mountains. My girlfriend and I decided to take advantage of the long Labor Day Weekend and spend three days fishing, camping, and exploring the area.
The highlight of the trip was our visit to Bodie State Historic Park.
I’ve been wanting to visit Bodie since I named my first Jeep after the town way back in 2007. It’s been on my bucket list and always in the back of my mind. A town preserved in a state of arrested decay, Bodie looks like it did when the last person left many decades ago. You can walk the streets, peer through the windows, and get a glimpse of what it must have felt like to live in Bodie during it’s peak (1881 or so). The Schoolhouse still has the chalkboards on the wall, the bars still have bottles behind the counter, the mortuary still has caskets, and the mill echoes of the workers long since gone.
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Most people drive through it without ever giving any thought as to what is outside their window. Short days and long nights are on the mind. What bar should we go to? Shots when we check in? Will we get a corner view? That’s usually how the trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas goes. For most people it is a long desert highway accompanied by an urge to pass through the desolate landscape as fast as you can.
When you do decide to briefly glance out the window on that drive, you see the hills and mountains in the distance. Then you turn your attention back inside the car and that’s that, it all looks the same.
That’s how it goes for most people.
However, there is something out there and it’s hidden by the nothingness of that drive. It’s how the desert protects itself. It tricks people into thinking that nothing exists beyond the highway. The desert lives and breathes and for the few people who venture out beyond, a sense of uncorrupted freedom awaits.
Some days the only things you hear are the gentle wisps of wind in the distance, followed by the quiet rustle of the creosote bushes. There are no phone calls to answer, no emails to respond to, no bills to pay; there exists nothing except yourself, and the wild world around you.
It is a wild untouched place, hidden by veiled desolation.
(Photos taken during the Wildflower bloom: Spring 2015)