CURRENT MISSION

Slow the Rhythm.

ABOUT ME

Mountains, rivers and trees. Old paperback books and boots stumbling along forgotten broken roads leading to the coast. I have lines around my eyes from laughter.

PHILOSOPHY

"I think I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears."

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING

However I am needed...

COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE

I've been couch surfing and hosting couch surfers since long before the internet, but I must say that this community is one of the most interesting on-line communities I have found. Good, Real People dealing with others as they would like to be dealt with. Sounds like the foundation of a movement.

Interests

biking, climbing, skiing, travel, skateboards, guitars, harmonica, mountains, rivers, backcountry, writing, photography, film, graphic design, people watching, music...

• arts
• writing
• books
• design
• graphic design
• photography
• traveling
• music
• cycling
• surfing
• skiing
• rock climbing
• rivers
• mountains

Music, Movies, and Books

Authors: Herman Hess, Kurt Vonegut, Tom Robbins, Russell Banks (Cloudsplitter ) Dorthy Bryant, John Steinbeck, Roger Hart, Chris Bodington, Bryce Courtenay, Thomas Friedman, Michael Chabon, Henry Miller, Hemingway, Noam Chompski, Howard Zinn, Charles Bowden

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

While surfing in Costa Rica a Canadian fellow whom I had just met almost died trying to save my life. We had known each other for one day. Thanks and Praise!

Teach, Learn, Share

It was a strange and tangled dream that haunted my childhood. The world buried in cement and shops and towers; huge Roman aqua-duct-like speedways with gasoline convenience huts and Starbucks on three of four corners, cobble-stone-art-enhanced roundabouts for non-stop movement. A bitter and barren desert oasis smothered in Petro fumes and the erosion from our brake pads for the air. Perhaps it has been pre-ordained. Our proud legacy stemming from an old familiar mantra, “Go forth and subdue it…”
“What was this strange and tangled dream,” you ask?
My father’s father, my grandfather owned 120 acres on the Pike river in northern Wisconsin, near the town of Amburg. I would roam this rivers edge, those green forests of bluff stone and the lonely pine swamps as a child lost to imagination and wonder, dreaming dreams of solitude and self-sustaining bliss. The world was a mystery, alive and breathing all around me when I was there. Later in life, as the acreage was cut in half (my father's land) these dreams would reoccur more often and would become more desperate, more pronounced. I dreamt the entire world had been paved over and was spilling with waste, the human by-products of living. Everything but the land my grandfather had bought from the logging operation in ’57. It had become necessary for me to erect a giant glass dome over the property to keep the people, fumes and ever-mounting trash out. I would actually see it all from a satellite view, all cement and steel and if I looked hard enough I could pick out my little parcel of heaven. This was the dream of a twelve year-old kid from Wisconsin, bitter and pure and now apparently coming true, one sub-division at a time. These dreams would leave a lasting impression upon my young and sponge-like mind. How could they not?

Countries I’ve Visited

Australia, Canada, Costa Rica, Indonesia, Malaysia, Mexico, Nepal, Singapore, Thailand, Timor-Leste (East Timor), United States

Countries I’ve Lived In

Australia, Mexico, Nepal, United States

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