Per the usual, I can’t get my shit together after Syncro Solstice. Every year I leave this event with heavy boots and a firm hatred for corporate America. Why can’t I just wear Chacos and cutoffs every day? And eat donuts and fajitas? Is that so much to ask?
This was our 4th year camping and offroading with fellow Vanagon badasses and overall stellar human beings. Karrie (in one of those pictures below) is a beautiful and brilliant soul with the type of good vibes that leave you feeling rejuvenated and stoked to be an incredible, artful human. I love her. And I loved meeting everyone from Canada and Oregon and Colorado and California. I met a lady from Hawaii that owns a vanagon rental business AND grows/roasts her own coffee. What? It’s true. People that cool exist.
But I think that every year, coming back from Syncro Solstice is increasingly difficult. Call it youthful ignorance, but the vagabond life doesn’t seem so bad. If I could just figure out how to fund it. But here’s the thing–the adult in me says, guess what, Amy? You can strike a balance. Just calm the hell down and take a big bite of reality. Digest that shit. And then realize that you can have both. You can work to live, and you don’t have to live to work. Be a WTL person and say down with LTW people. Work for the weekend. Keep your cool, and keep your balance.
That’s all I have to say about that. I’ll sum it up with my favorite quote of all time via Edward Abbey:
“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.”