Huff Pine Needles and Poke Cacti

Throwing pinecones at trees, getting jumping cholla bits stuck on my shoes, covering my pants with weird plant bits by trudging through tall grass, backpacking into the desert with like a dozen pounds of water, sleeping in my car either 50 miles from the nearest human settlement or in a truck stop parking lot...I'm not going to endorse my way of traveling as a sane option for anyone else but me, but personally I'd rather freeze and/or roast in the weather instead of saying hotels are too expensive for me to travel. This is a retropsective of one of the most chaotic periods of my life, where I wasn't afraid to abandon society and embrace the unknown of not knowing exactly where I will sleep that night or where the paths will lead.

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