A six month + five day journey west ended today with rainbows at every turn. Next stop NYC. pic.twitter.com/RwiAh4ijX2
— ../westy (@westyreflector) June 24, 2018
June 24, 2018 at 04:45AM
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A six month + five day journey west ended today with rainbows at every turn. Next stop NYC. pic.twitter.com/RwiAh4ijX2
— ../westy (@westyreflector) June 24, 2018
June 24, 2018 at 04:45AM
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Meet Lili, short for Liliko'i (Hawaiian passion fruit), built in Maui of mango wood by @MeleUkesMaui. "I am a child of ocean and mountain," she says, "and I will quiet New York City for you." pic.twitter.com/xanDYzhlln
— ../westy (@westyreflector) June 23, 2018
June 23, 2018 at 05:43AM
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one of these surfers need not worry about getting rag-dolled by a shore break
June 22, 2018 at 03:31PM
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“California’s been good to me / Hope it don’t fall into the sea / Sometimes you got to save yourself / It ain’t like anywhere else…” – Tom Petty
June 15, 2018 at 04:07PM
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Two days left in this canyon light. Six months was an eye blink.
June 14, 2018 at 05:17PM
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“I am grateful for… the wisps of white clouds that make a blue sky imperfect.” – Sandra O’Connell [@sandraoco]
June 12, 2018 at 08:48PM
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this one’s for the ones who stop to think
this one’s for the ones who always knew
this one’s for the ones who see the absurdity
this was a place we lived in peace
a place we lived in silence
a place we lived together in light
the last time
is cloud nine
and you won’t know
you’re dead
but the saddest time
is the first time
you see
the last time
up ahead
how many days can you see through things
how frayed is a soul made of string
how many ways can a memory bring you down
what happened all the power burned out
what happened all that’s certain’s in doubt
what happened all the love turned it back on us
there’s no one around who doesn’t think they know
nowhere you’re left to be, no place left to go
i believe in my dream
I believe in my dream
in my song, i believe you’ll see
all the lives we are to lead
searching for answers
is a waste of precious time
destiny doesn’t ring the bell,
doesn’t tell you you’ve arrived
songbird on an electric line
only knows he’s incomplete
caught up in a lookout for love
all his faith on endless repeat
may never know magic
of a returned call
but he never sounds tragic
never sounds small
Looking south from the “Rim of the World“ Highway (CA Rte 18), as it winds through Skyforest at 6000 ft.
June 07, 2018 at 02:21AM
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today’s 5K midpoint was a living postcard / lake arrowhead / elev. 5100ft
June 05, 2018 at 01:35AM
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A summer hike through a ski resort is an adventure in seasonal dissonance. Ascending and descending trails stripped of snow’s porcelain veneer, you kick dust to the sky, fighting gravity up and down. Frictionless winter fun is just a quiet echo.
seasonal dissonance pic.twitter.com/1IuIolb7cx
— ../westy (@westyreflector) June 3, 2018
June 03, 2018 at 12:57AM
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You came a long long way
just to find nothing
on the other end of a promise
from the other side of the sun
the road was mapped but never real
still the dream of a long gone man
now foxtails push up through cracked cement
and long abandoned plans
Paper streets always burn.…
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