The Goodland Journal: Volume One

worth, and the other screaming down the highway
toward her new home: Salt Lake City.
Who doesn’t love a winter van, right? I think the
major difference between the locals of Church and
myself, is that I want to be rubbing noses with the
lifts of Alta when the 50” blizzard finally calms. I want
to make coffee next to Eagle lodge, snug as a bug
under a rug, while the best day of my life continues
to stack up right off 22.
This means more insulation, a better heater, a top
notch fan, top notch patience, and of course more
money. But hey, you do something the first time, you
do it right. Right?
Lanie and I decided that August to August would
be our allotted time to get this shit done. To take
off in the van, chasing winter on the coast and in the
mountains, is really the dream I’m chasing. No more,
no less. Does it really have to be more complicated
than that? Do I need to offer more explanation or
reason to do so?
Regardless, it’s a massive stroke of luck and
blessings that I find myself surrounded by people
ready to take steps in the journey with me,
regardless of how complicated or intangible the
dream. But laying down floors, cracking beers on
the cut table, and spray glueing for hours on end is
always a little better with a close friend or two. So
maybe the community that results from all this will
be the ultimate prize? I mean, no best day in the
water or best line of the day feels better solo, at
least not through my lens.
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