Sometimes, while laying in the tent at night, I wonder about Native Americans and their nomadic culture… picking up their lives to follow the herd and the season’s. I think about how they must have hated Oklahoma, with it’s unpredictable weather and brutal summer storms…
So. Last night was one of those tough nights for me out at TentLife. I spent part of the weekend house sitting/horse sitting… and crashed back at the tent late Saturday night. Sunday came early and after church I got back to the tent with no plans, just a lot of nothing…
Trying to gain an understanding of the variables when doing tentlife is like trying to understand a woman’s mind without using chocolate to help…
A fixed gear is as straightforward as can be – which takes me back to when I was 9 years old and terrorized the neighborhood on my BMX bike, slamming back on the petals and leaving long black skid marks on Mrs. Brown’s driveway.
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