Moments are never just moments. In their passing, reality is forever redefined. Letting go is the most difficult part of any journey. And sometimes, the most difficult ones are the ones I can’t stop thinking about.
Read MoreI write stories about the places I travel and my personal experiences in these places. The inspiration for my work as an artist is fueled by my travels & adventures. As an adventurer I’m known as The Redheaded Nomad. Here you can learn more about me as an adventurer, read my travel adventure blogs (below), and see what gear I use on my adventures.
My body was tired; I could feel it wearing down. I thought I could squeeze out a few more kilometers, and so I tried, but really, things were shutting down and I knew it. You can only embrace so much exhaustion, so much cold, so much seeming rushing, before the body just stops abruptly.
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We made the pass, 5003 meters (16,414 ft), snapped a quick photo and raced down the other side. The road was steep, and the sand deeper. My bike wobbled, having a hard time picking a line in the deep sand. I dropped it coming to a stop. The wind gusting every which way.
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I wake in the night to flashes of light over the mountains. Neon wakes too and says the flashes are lightening in a storm on the other side of the mountains. But they’re otherworldly, more like seeing the northern lights for the first time, than just looking like lightening. Nothing out here is ordinary.
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These places were places long before this now abandoned rail line was here. Old cairns mark these roads, not always right where the road is now, but these are old routes, surrounding long-used water sources, with a string of old dwellings, large rock ovens, and larger short rock wall delineated areas that perhaps were once used for agriculture. I’ve had so many questions as we’ve rolled through this area. How old are all these ruins? How many people once lived here? What did they grow? Did the area used to be wetter? Were there more trees? So many possible stories.
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I had this overwhelming feeling like I was home. The desert familiar, the mountains in the distance calling to me.
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