The Wayfaring Stranger
The mostly unedited ramblings of a man who rarely proofreads the chaos of words flowing from his fingertips…
Epic sunrise shots and Instagram stories never start from the summit. They start with waking up, they start with sweat and burning muscles, they start with late nights and cold hangs on the side of mountains, they start with passion and high expectations...
Read MoreWe are infatuated with white noise, we let it fill our lives with static so we don't have to face the silence.
Read MoreSome days I like to write about mountains, photography, and the rising sun, and other days I like to let you into the other side of what I do, and the creative short stories I write and rarely share.
Read MoreIt's hard finding creativity scrolling through Instagram when all you see are photos of people getting drunk, and the brunch someone had that morning, but finding a way to correctly use social media can boost your desire to create.
Read MoreDescending into the jungle between the shoulders of two mountain ridgelines, sunshine filtered down through the green of the leaves, making euphoria stutter to life in my chest and making the Reef Bay Trail my favorite on the island.
Read MoreSunrise filters through the clouds in dancing, golden motes, touching upon the mountainsides of the Adirondack High Peaks. It slips around the shoulders of mountains, flowing down into the vacant valleys in warm streams. Waking up to catch the sun as it stretches over the horizon, honest and slow, sets your soul on fire, helping you slip out of your tired skin and into one a little less cumbersome.
Read MoreSomething draws you to a place, or pushes you towards it. You're there because of something, you are where you are because of the life that you have led.
You can't always escape to the mountains when work becomes too much for your wild mind, or school tries to dull the adventurer inside of you, so you dream of the best things the wilderness can offer you when you unleash your weekend warrior.
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