Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Cruz Fest

A little mishap at the trails left me with a severed tendon, and weeks later I couldn't believe how thankful I was that it happened.....  We are creating our own reality. Everyday. Everybody's is different and everybody makes it up as it comes. It's always changing, and for that, its always the same. How to approach it all is the hardest part of living for me.  The people I met from the chop, and the experiences I had with them, made it all seem worth it. Thank you Kyle for landing on my hand with your brake rotor, It was a really good time. Thankful to spend my breathing time with good people.

Cruz Fest

1 comment:

  1. Seriously??? You're still alive and still a nomad? I was randomly thinking of you, you know, the person that interrupted my early college days in Palm Beach and took advantage of my naivety. ;) I googled you for the hell of it and here you are! Glad to see you still have your sense of adventure. I vaguely recall a MySpace page for the Snake Hunters? Or something slithery. It has been that long. Wow! Well, keep rocking! Xox terri-lyn