I fell in love with Bob Dylan all over again while sitting next to an afternoon fire in my favorite gorge. I’m a big Bob Dylan fan and have been since I wanted to start a revolution in my onesies. He’s always resonated with me and before you come on here denouncing his political views and opinions, I don’t care. He’s a lyrical voice that has carried 5 decades.
Sit down
Let the artists hum
I sat by my campfire with my Amazon Prime harmonica and mimicked my best Dylan harpoon solos. They were terrible
But
I don’t care
Dignity be damned
Also but
He hit differently today. I fell in love with a different guy. Oh god Chad what else happened?? 🌈
Shhh
His lyrics resonated completely different from they used to
That’s all
I’m hang gliding on a euphoric feeling y’all. I know I sound like a hippie on a Sedona hike but I am
My lenses change permanently from time to time. Today is one of those. I’m attached to this moment and gonna hang on to it like a toddler with a carnival balloon 🎈
I fought to get up here all week. And I fought not to go back home when I first arrived only because I felt like I was forcing the moment. My first spot was a tad “unpeaceful” so I relocated elsewhere and found the spot for me.
At ease nervous system
10-4 good buddy
Just don’t spill your water for coffee on your last pair of clean socks.
…whoops
The early morning wildlife got quite the verbal show this morning.
I got some of those whippoorwills back.
Aside from the Exxon coffee spill the dude abides
I’m the dude
Man
It’s 42° and if I calculated it correctly I’ll have a small rising of the sun all to my own in an hour.
I sat by the fire and let the sun rest on my forehead (pretty big area) after I lost my harmonic rhythm. In fact most of my day I just sat still. That was my agenda. No hikes, no adventures no books just me and my chair. And camera.
I’m heading straight back into work later this morning. I believe a shower is in order first. I can go about two days up here before my nose starts sending little warnings of BO. Like a smoke detector that needs a battery refresher
*beep
“What’s that you say?”
*BEEP
“Is that fried onions I smell?”
I’m camping alone. Body odor is subjective
When your own odor starts to offend it’s time to grab a bar of soap. There’s a restroom sink at a ingles in Black Mountain that’s going to host my hobo bath.
It’s not that bad yall hyperbole sells tickets for my 33 subscribers
Deli is 3 hours south of here. I’m currently lying on my morning’s choice of wardrobe to warm it up before I change. It’s the little things you learn over the years.
My warmdrobe
It’s too dark to break camp I prefer a little illumination from the sky before I keep my back turned toward anything in bear country. And the yeti that sometimes lurks around my camp.
*audience laughs
*Chad laughs
*his clothes were found neatly folded on a rock 200 yards from where he last camped
I get some wild vibes up here yall. A middle of the night knock on my RTT, something trying open my Moonlander door at 3am, a month ago my campsite reeked of a zoo cage when I went outside to use the bathroom around 3. I stepped back inside quickly.
It’s always at 3am which is wild to me.
Probably bears. I mean really what else could it be?
Also if Bigfoot exists they’re dimensional beings. They phase in and out. That’s why they be blurry all the time
I kid (he’s actually not)
You do feel things watching you up here.
That’s all
The sky is waking a little but not quite enough.
Long story short
I felt alive this weekend. And by golly I needed it.
This mountain calls me like no other. I feel free up here. This mountain is my dragon. 🐉
“How many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free”
