Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
Things that keep me moving towards “The Thing” itself.
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.
On trees, getting sh*t-faced, wizards & wisdom found on and off the trail.