Primitive

The review online for Dripping Springs in Las Cruces New Mexico said – “primitive”. Hooked!

I love boondocking (no power, no water, no fee). Short stint on a one lane dirt road and bam setting up camp. I also love the fact that there is good singletrack for my fat bike. Surly Pugsley makes an awesome fatties fit fine – fat bike. I’m fat and getting back in shape with this generously forgiving bike is plain cool. Oh wait, I told Katrinda that I bought it to ride Jake around in his wagon. Well, dual purpose is best put your Surly to the test.

Pug is forgiving and while some bemoan the weight of 4″ tires and say it wallows…This bike is plush like a full suspension mountain bike.

High desert, 4864 on the altimeter! This is the nomad life I love. Just remember at 90 degrees it is a dry heat.

I climb for a mile over 1000 feet slogging through sand and RIP the trail back home to Jake waiting on the front carpet…good life….blessed and thankful.

Goodnight…

Full Time

Writing again, the raw struggle of text and photos with the ease of quick Facebook. After my nephew passed, I stopped writing. I stopped life. My last post was home in Montana and what a trip since. I decided to retire from life, retreat, rebuild…try to be Thoreau in my cabin. So many stories since that epic move.

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I retreated from relationships binding grind. Well, a side from my most faithful companion- Chloe. The good Lord saw differently and blessed me with a wife and child.

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Full Time is my new life on the road. Bornfree 24′ motorcoach, selling part time to maintain the life style.

My son Jake will be one year old in a few days. At a campground just days ago, an elderly man commented ” sure is a waste traveling with him this young – he will never remember a thing”. I could not disagree more!

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These formative years define a child. Yes, our lifestyle as full time RV denizens is out of box. But, I know their is a purpose and direction in all.

What follows is our lives on the road:

Warning – do not try this at home!

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Disclaimer: This is not the exciting stories of UFO. Skinwalker, and native tales

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´╗┐Finally Home –┬á

A long strange trip it’s been! Spent my second night in my casita as Mike Weddle calls it! The peace of a home for the first time in my life.


I’m so very blessed here on the Crow Reservation to be surrounded by friends and family. Chloe and I spend time cruising the back roads and taking pictures – fishing and hunting – and working on horses to subsist. It is a simple life! I would not want it any other way! I have mornings for meditation and prayer. 


While I have not seen TV or taken an actual shower in weeks (I figure it keeps the women away) – It is a different peace I have found. 

Aho – 

Lookout Tower / Wolf Mountains

My life is changing – spending more time alone. Something symbolic about my weekly commute to the Lookout Tower here in the Wolf Mountains. 

  
One chapter in my life is closing and I really have no idea where I’m going or what is next. So, I go to the Lookout and think. 

  
For the first time in a long time a woman was kind to me and for that I am thankful. 

  
I am most thankful to my Crow friends who allow me to stay on their land, love me, make me laugh and freely give! Woody, Benny, Holly, Ashley…thanks for friendship! Cherished! 

  
So, no matter where my boots land…Lodge Grass and these mountains are forever home. 

Filson Jacket and a fart…

I have never been concerned about my appearance. Born ugly, I embraced it and moved forward. I remember in 9th grade Kim Hobi said I had a bulbous nose…bulbous was a spelling word and she had to use it in a sentence.

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Downtown Billings Montana, not too inbred but close…I park the old 1991 Ford f250 close to Lou Taubert Ranch Outfitters. Yes, most times I am driving the Mercedes Benz G but I was hauling stuff home so… I figured I would look at the Filson jackets while a friend

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searched the racks for high end clothes. I am dressed in Cinch jeans, Keen boots, and a camo sweatshirt with my old Filson cause it is raining…
I walk in and the lady sniffed…okay I forgot to shave sue me…but I smell good! I go over to the Filson rack thinking wow, I want this down hunting vest. The sales lady sniffs…I figured some other customer farted so I paid her no mind.

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Chloe loves my Filson too

My friend comes from the back of the store and we leave. Driving home, I reflected on the sales lady and how we all tend to judge based on clothes, vehicle, and appearance. But then I paused, I always wear either jeans or Carharts and hiking boots with t-shirts – Mercedes, Land Cruiser, or F250. I wondered if what I drive to town affects my way of acting? Or maybe someone did fart? Guess I’m just too comfortable in my own skin.

Thursday Montana

Every morning, I walk. I walk across a makeshift bridge cross Sunday Creek. Chloe dives in and swims the deep three foot crossing.

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Crossing alfalfa fields, past an old abandon house, down to the Little Big Horn River to swim the dog.

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Chloe loves her morning retrieve…

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Chasing pheasant and turkeys on the way home, our morning walk ends petting the horse and finally hot coffee.

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Chloe snuggles up under my old Filson coat – warming up on the buffalo hide.