Well, I went snowboarding yesterday. One thing snow is good for: hiding things. It hid my camera from me. It's still hiding my camera from me. So, no pictures for awhile. 

Its probably a good thing because I was starting to become one of those people whose like "Oh, this is so beautiful- grab the camera!". There's something about taking pictures that, while appreciating the moment as an observer, sucks you out of the moment. I witnessed this recently at a little kids birthday party. The little girl was blowing all the candles out on her cake - but no one saw it except me! Everyone else was busy documenting it through their camera's lense for later enjoyment. How is it that we as a society can continually fool ourselves out of the satisfaction of just being, being in the present and enjoying it- for later satisfaction that may never arrive. I'm not preaching hedonism for everyone here or anything, just noticing that it's nice not to notice so much and just BE. Allowing yourself to be part of a moment, even if at that moment you're just. . .taking the trash out, gives so much more inspiration to life. Rather than the perpetual observer you allow yourself to become a perpetual participant.

The lake is covered in snow. Pink fluffly clouds kiss every darkened mountain top, the sun breaks through in glorious golden beams. A Blue Heron Lands in my sunset panorama. A gray blotch on white. It begins to snow. Soon, I have to squint to see the heron at all. The snow doesn't bother him, or her.(I don't think it does, well. . . actually, I thought about throwing it some smoked salmon, cause he/she seemed awfully solitary and kinda hungry. But after consulting "Blue Heron Habitat" on Google I decided it would be alright for awhile) The blue heron, the pink bus. Both went north a little early. Both weren't expecting so much snow. But we're both in it, and we're part of it now.

Looking forward to the Moscow, ID Hempfest on April 19th. We have all kinds of cool new treasures we think you'll like too.

Well, I went snowboarding yesterday. One thing snow is good for: hiding things. It hid my camera from me. It's still hiding my camera from me. So, no pictures for awhile. 

Its probably a good thing because I was starting to become one of those people whose like "Oh, this is so beautiful- grab the camera!". There's something about taking pictures that, while appreciating the moment as an observer, sucks you out of the moment. I witnessed this recently at a little kids birthday party. The little girl was blowing all the candles out on her cake - but no one saw it except me! Everyone else was busy documenting it through their camera's lense for later enjoyment. How is it that we as a society can continually fool ourselves out of the satisfaction of just being, being in the present and enjoying it- for later satisfaction that may never arrive. I'm not preaching hedonism for everyone here or anything, just noticing that it's nice not to notice so much and just BE. Allowing yourself to be part of a moment, even if at that moment you're just. . .taking the trash out, gives so much more inspiration to life. Rather than the perpetual observer you allow yourself to become a perpetual participant.

The lake is covered in snow. Pink fluffly clouds kiss every darkened mountain top, the sun breaks through in glorious golden beams. A Blue Heron Lands in my sunset panorama. A gray blotch on white. It begins to snow. Soon, I have to squint to see the heron at all. The snow doesn't bother him, or her.(I don't think it does, well. . . actually, I thought about throwing it some smoked salmon, cause he/she seemed awfully solitary and kinda hungry. But after consulting "Blue Heron Habitat" on Google I decided it would be alright for awhile) The blue heron, the pink bus. Both went north a little early. Both weren't expecting so much snow. But we're both in it, and we're part of it now.

Looking forward to the Moscow, ID Hempfest on April 19th. We have all kinds of cool new treasures we think you'll like too.

We drove and drove and drove and drove and drove. Yeah, I was noticing it seemed to be a bit cold. My suspicions were confirmed when Matt pulled into our frozen, abandoned campsite. I looked out the windshield and saw eight ice fishing cabins pushed out onto a giant frozen lake. Spring was nowhere near here. Some animals bones were laying on the snow near the bus. White on white. Twighlight shone on the horizon. The quiet was so peaceful, punctuated by coyotes yipping. I love winter. I love the mountains. I love the wilderness.

Hi everybody. We're in Albuquerque for a spell. Really enjoyed all the beautiful folks we met in Truth or consequences, NM. We're putting in a lot of miles right now, so it might take a while to get back to all the e-mails. But, hey. . .we drove REALLY far out into the desert today and saw:

1) 3 small pieces of Carnelian agate
2) a blacktailed jackrabbit and two antelope jack rabbits
3) lots of dirt
4) some cows
5) a guy in a uniform with a State of New Mexico decal on the side of his truck. He told us we would probably be trespassing, but that nobody would notice, and "please shut the gates".
6)and a sign that said five miles to the Spaceport


The last item was interesting, but I didn't see anything but more desert and a couple a singlewides out there.

Headed North-ish. We miss the trees.

PS. If you should ever meet us in person, the most surprising thing is that we're. . .oddly normal. Just thought I'd throw that out there in case you were expecting circus performers in striped leotards or something.