A rolling stone gathers no something, something.

When last we were together we’d gotten as far as day twenty on this journey of the damned.

Upon returning to Bellingham, I promptly forgot what day it was, and after allowing myself a bit of peace following the previous week of heartache, jumped back into my whip, and began my journey eastward. What follows is a smattering of visual fodder that filled my eyes and thoughts for the seven or so days that followed;

Gratuitous head dunk shot by Soulrun Laura.

This journey got off to a pretty rocky start but in recent days, I may have finally begin hitting my stride. I’ve read that it takes ten days for a person’s nervous system to finally begin operating normally once removed from a threatening environment or situation, (aka, every day you’re working for a living, stresses, bills, society, depression, life, death, etc.)

Operating under this theory, and having been back on the road for six days since my short and absolutely gutting return home, I’d say that four days from now, God willing and no creeks rise, moss or no moss, there will be no stopping this stone.

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3 Responses to “A rolling stone gathers no something, something.”

  1. JP July 9, 2019 at 5:07 am #

    Bravo! Just finished my own 12-day vacation in the mountains and I stuffed a lot of “fuck it” into my luggage on the way home.

  2. N/A July 9, 2019 at 5:32 am #

    I’m enjoying the regular pics on the instantgrahams. Looks like prime scenery for dicking around.

    How’s the camper life?

  3. Momsue July 9, 2019 at 2:06 pm #

    Roll on, dear stone!