I think I may have forgotten to mention..Read More
The bus, Fearless, turned her last mile nearly 6 weeks ago.
You can imagine how this may have put a bit of a kink in the travel portion of the 48 Beer Project.
Though the trip is sponsored, funds were burnt quickly, with a series of engine troubles through the winter. Stranded in southern Arizona, I deliberated a while on how to proceed. Crowdfunding was the most immediate means of securing funds needed to keep on the road, and with much gratitude to those who donated, I was able to purchase a new set of wheels.
The Honda CRV (named Sonni) I found on Craigslist certainly isn’t in new condition. It clearly had endured some front end damage, had its catalytic converter stripped, driver’s door can only be opened from the outside (which should prove a massive pain in the ass in any torrential downpour), and airbags have never been replaced. However, the price and timing was right, and all I really need is something to get me from point A-B and back to A.
Yes, this is NOT a great alternative to a bus, in that it has no toilet, comfy bed, kitchen, art studio. It is not a home on wheels. I’ll make it work.
I have a lengthy blog in the works, covering the story of the breakdown, my time in the desert, the plan from here on out. But for now, I wanted to just thank all my fabulous supporters and show some pics from today’s adventure. I am now JUST back on the road, after a nearly 6 week hiatus, and it feels FANTASTIC!
I am presently writing from Joshua Tree, California, having just spent the morning meandering through the state park. This afternoon I will head to the Pacific Coast, and hopefully get some artwork done, while soaking up some gorgeous ocean views!
Here is a collection of older work…all poetry inspired by my past travels!Read More
Sometimes I don’t blog, because I feel like writing about myself on the regular can feel a bit self absorbed or whatever…especially when I should be keeping up with the stories of my collaborating breweries. It’s challenging to balance a sort of project diary here, without divulging all the details, that I’d prefer save for the book. After all, who wants to read the same book twice?
In all honestly, I feel a bit overwhelmed by this aspect of things-the writing and the vlogging….that never was. In the beginning, I wanted to share my experience after each brewery visit, but fell behind, and now, to go back and fill in the cracks… ayayay. Be patient with me, because this is something that I find to be absolutely necessary to the success of this trip, but they will be strung together, out of order and somewhat chaotically!
Presently, I’m sitting, laptop on my…lap…on the bed in Fearless, Churro napping by my side…windows down, in the Arizona desert. It is still early and the sun has yet to wake the earth with its scorching rays. For now, she is still sleepy and her gentle morning light has partnered with this slow spring breeze, to give me the ideal writing conditions. This land is my brother’s, eighty acres of mesquite brush and red earth, hugged by a 360 degree mountain view. We are in the southwest of Arizona, not far from the border, and the artsy little mining town of Bisbee.
Bisbee was a destination for our family back when I was a kid. We lived in Tucson, and liked to take the hour and a half drive down here to sup on Thanksgiving dinner, provided by the historic, and certainly haunted, Copper Queen Hotel. A hotspot for retired folks with a thirst for the slow life, artists, aging hippies and the hiking culture. It has, in recent years, become a bit of a tourist destination, but that hasn’t dulled the scene.
If you’ve never been to states like Arizona, or Nevada, you’ve probably never experienced the extreme contrast in nature versus village/city…in the way that each community is like an isolated island…which may be redundant, but to grasp the full scope. It isn’t for everyone. I happen to thrive in this landscape-to have the best of both worlds, right at your fingertips….endless options for outdoor exploration, while that rich culture of cuisine, nightlife, the arts….lies only a short drive away.
You can choose your own adventure out here.
My brother and his long time best friend and girlfriend (same person) are modern day pioneers. They have built a life from nothing, from the desert floor, with patience and pain, with love and passion. The homesteading life isn’t the easy one. There are no easily attainable creature comforts, nothing comes without a little extra work. But this is who we are…our family. The reward of seeing your garden begin to sprout in a dry, dusty land…sitting down for a meal, after having to walk a quarter mile to the well for water to boil, sitting by a juniper fire, in the full moon light, and still able to see the stars at night. The rewards are as plentiful as the work, if you are willing to see what it is to be human. Thats not to say there is only one respectable way to live in this world, or that many people these days would ever enjoy anything about this lifestyle.
It is in the balance of these things, however, that honest happiness springs.
More notes from the road….8,ooo miles inwardRead More
A short blurb, if ever there was one..Read More
Stream of consciousRead More
Stories from Maine…..Read More
To those who have helped to support the project, and my incorporating my daughter, Ashley into the journey, your love is greatly appreciated, and will certainly be payed forward!
To those who have asked how to help or where to send money, read the note below. Follow this link to the button to donate toward the project!
Morning contemplations with my waffle…Read More
K I DD I NG!Read More
Backstory, a glimpse, something to start from.Read More
Building a skoolie, the condensed version…Read More
Plan Bee Farm Brewery is number 3 for brewery collaborations for the 48 Beer Project! Check it outRead More