Where did all the darkness go?

Sitting in an Alaskan Yukon Trails van speeding down the parks highway on my way to a tiny trailer alongside a gravel runway seems as good a time as any to begin. The rivers have broken up a month early and one wildfire rages on near Healy. I wish I could get rid of this pesky cough.
I listen in to the conversation of a cute french girl and her stinky boyfriend behind me. A distant view of Denali mountain lingers in the forefront, dwarfing human's creations. "Ze american way of life," I catch the frenchman saying, I think in a confusedly positive fashion.
What I think is a quebe sits to my right tired and disgruntled, two asian girls and an indian girl sit huddled together in front of me, head to shoulder, head to shoulder, head to shoulder . . . .a quick stop, road contsruction, reserve battery power . . . .hello i-pod, goodbye text edit. Almost there.A lift from the old man, two airplanes, a cab, a hostel, a van, 500 bucks and 39 hours later and I'm home again, where the sun goes in circles around your head, human predators are prevalent, and 40 degrees is a warm summer day.

THE PURPLE BOAT JOURNAL

Realized through a process of digital + manual cutting and pasting, in conjunction with a marginally functional copy machine from 1982, and bound together with dental floss, The Purple Boat Journal carries on the time-honored tradition of homemade magazines. Teamscum affiliates The Nomadic Loiterers sent us this interesting little ditty. We will be posting it in 3 parts over the next few weeks. Here's the cover and first 4 pages - enjoy.



>> I suggest clicking the thumbnail to get a good look at it >>



". . .we hope this magazine is both entertaining and educational, or at the very least, entertaining."



". . .stay away from $5 truckstop showers. Consider the cost, not the price."



"Topo don't: Let it become a two-ton rain gauge, sitting on top of your car all night."



". . .having a dog not only provides you with a loyal friend, but a source for fresh meat if the need should arise."

Part 2 coming soon. . .

I built a new bike over the weekend. Styled after a schwinn stingray, it rolls like a 70's pimp who's been shooting up bovine growth hormone.


Its pretty good to roll to the bar. Not so hot at the skate park tho...


My friend Jeff had a dream and I was in it. I was trying some stunt and kept crashing hard. Someone asked if I had seen a psychologist and Jeff said that I should. In the dream he said "The psychologist would learn a lot from Michael."


Carnage be damned. Im going over the edge anyway.
By the way...
Did you eat the red pill or the blue one? How far down the rabbit hole will you go?