Santal 33 // 2020

COMMITTED TO
SANTAL 33
Those that venture West are met by others bold enough to forge their
own paths. There is no mindset quite like manifest destiny, the
combination of wanderlust with fortitude, the sheer size of the night sky
above your frame. There are others, if you go West. You will find them,
hidden in the patchwork of untapped landscape.
The journey starts like any other would: first you’re intrigued, then
you’re inspired, then obsessed with what you’re destined to find. You’re
packing everything you own onto the back of a sedan, hell-bent on
stopping only until you can smell the Pacific (or break down
somewhere better).
Those that set out for something specific hardly every find it. You’re
smarter than that. You’ll know it when you find it, whatever it is.
You’ve decided that one day, eventually, you’ll allow yourself to arrive
at some semblance of a destination. Until then, you’re content with
hopping from pad to pad, exploring the asphalt rivers that cut through
the landscape, taking time to appreciate the moments that brought you
exactly where you are now.
For now, the memories will suffice. The journey must continue. There’s
something in the air out there worth chasing.