Man, F this all..........................

This thread really went weird, I was totally into the "Go west young Man" thing and have always lived with the notion that when it is safe enough, or when the wife leaves me, Im hitchhiking to cali and then up to Canada then back down to CR and then I will die. On my terms. Lemme know when you get another case of the f^ck its, I trade survival skills with ya.

 

Mr. Bill, love ya brother. However, I can tell you that most people who travel nonstop for a few years end up hating any travel. My first job out of college was with an Italian company. I had to move to Chicago and then ended up living in Torino, Italy for 3 months right after starting. When I got back, I lived on the road. Fly out Sunday or Monday, and fly home on Friday. Sometimes, I would spend 3 weeks out without seeing my apartment. At first, I loved it. Hit many nice spots in Europe, traveled the Arizona deserts and mountains, pretty much spent a week in a different state every month. After 2 years of non-stop travel, it started to wear me down. I was a single guy, but I never had time for a relationship. I started talking to a cool girl from my college years, and made some trips to see her. By the end of the 3rd year of travel, my girlfriend had moved in with me and I was really starting to lose it. I was waking up in the morning and not remembering what city I was in. My anxiety levels were high, just due to the stress of traveling. I said fock that noise and started looking for jobs that had no travel. When I landed a job in Charleston, I had no idea what the area was like. In fact, all I knew was that it had beaches. Once we lived there for a few weeks, it really started to grow on me. I started thinking about settling down and calling one place home. 5 years later, I am married and have no desire to ever move again. I hate traveling, even for vacation. I am in Germany now for work, and am somewhat miserable. I miss my home and family, even if my family is only my wife. Many people tell me I am lucky to be living in Germany for over a month. I disagree. Even if I had never surfed, I would rather be sleeping in my own bed every night.
I guess my advice is to do what makes you happy. If you think traveling all over will do that, then go for it. Just remember, almost everyone settles down at some point. You will likely meet a person and find a place that really grows on you. Personally, I think Jersey is just not a home to you. Make one good move to a place you think will fit your lifestyle and personality. Your OP was really meant for you, correct? You were coaching yourself to get out and try something new.

 

Can I bring my dog? I could get a license in Cali and Canada so I could work for a few months at a time to replenish the coffers. We'd be like Doc Pascowitz and his family but weirder. Hippy chicks on shrooms?! Surfing in the big ocean!!?!? Legal buds?!?!?!?! Wtf are we waiting for? Oh yeah, spring.

 

thanks PJB. Got me thinking yesterday so i went out and grabbed this beast:

 

That guy was an Indian. Now he's a Native American.

"Who's your friend when things get rough?"
Lidsville,
Sigmund the Sea Monster,
The Banana Splits
Sid and Marty Croft the voice of our generation...

And I liked Lost in Space, Too. I had a thing for Judy...

I don't like Flo the insurance chick.

I did dig Erin E-surance. She was an animated hottie.

I also like Ariel the mermaid.

Man, F this all....

 

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PJB represents the collective subconscious of wave riding. He survived Bogeton Wolftucks and can communicate with seagulls. You need not worry Mr. 757, for a handful of detractors will not deter a man of his stature. Just imagine if everybody simultaneously said f**k it one day, what we could do collectively. I'm about to say f**k it today, as my direct deposit has not gone through(it's payday) and I have automated payments scheduled. If I had the gas money I'd leave for RI right now.

Hey Brew, interesting perspective, sounds like you were about to meet Tyler Durden.

 

I think I'm in love with Paddington! (long as we don't have to sleep together) Couldn't agree with you more.

Actually I have already done something similar to Paddington's plan.... My wife and I bought our own tractor trailer and drove team, cross country for about ten years. I waited till we made it past three months to ensure that she would be ok with it and then we sold the house and a car and most of our stuff. We would stay out on the road for 3-4 months at a time and when we came home we would stay with relatives or rent a house at the beach or often I would go on a surf trip for a few weeks. It wasn't out of the norm for us to drive coast to coast two to three times a week! I always brought my board with me and would surf whenever I got the chance. Brought the fishing pole too! There's a lot of lakes and streams just off the side of the road in Colorado, Montana, Idaho, Oregon etc...

We did this all for a goal we had thought up. We would save every penny we made and buy some property to have a horse training facility as our business. We accomplished that goal, unfortunately now that my wife has her horses and everything is paid for, she doesn't need me anymore. So the next go around will be all for me!

There is a really good show on Netflix (and also tv but the whole series is on Netflix) called "Long Way Round". Its a documentary starring Ewan Mcgregor (obi wan from Star Wars) and his friend Charlie Boorman. Basically they ride their motorcycles all around the world from England across Russia, Mongolia etc... over to Alaska, then Canada down to the states and to NYC. A lot of places they go there aren't even roads! They camp and also stay with people they meet etc....

Its a really good show I can't recommend it enough! There is a second one too called "Long Way Down" in which they ride Scotland to South Africa.

After watching this show it will definitely put that wandering bug in you. Just like Paddington wants to do!

 

Yeah man. I thought about writing a book about it, but it has already been done and my story is lame in comparison. I did have some crazy times. 2006 Winter Olympics were in Torino while I was living there. I went up to Sauz D'Oulx to watch ski jump, and ended up partying in a bar where the attractive waitress would dance around a booze fire ring on the ground every time you purchased a shot. Met some dudes from Norway, and they said the Prime Minister had just been in that very bar. The PM found out they were from Oslow, and left them a few $500 bottles of wine. Since the guys were already drunk, they had my friend and I join them to drink the bottles. I don't even remember leaving the mountain, but woke up and went to work the next morning.

 

Go forth and travel my young brothers! I will live precariously through you. In my half-century of existence, I have spent many a year on the road, on the ocean, in the air. I did one cross-country trip before USMC. That was a quest for surf/alternate living type trip. Did the whole sweat lodge thing. Got robbed on the Pine Ridge Indian reservation in South Dakota. After my incarceration, I did the "just get on my Harley and ride" type trip which almost landed me back in the clink cause I left the State while on Parole. That added to the excitement. I've done the whole surf travel thing to foreign locales but consider them more vacations then change of life type trips. Now, I'm settled in, work 2 jobs, and my wife has pooped out 3 puppies. I look back with no regrets on anything and I am VERY content in the present. But I have lived through some crazy sh!t. GO OUT AND LIVE BOYS! PJB, if you roll, I wish you Godspeed and Good Waves. May your winds always be offshore, and the women you bed have all 32 teeth.

 

I would like to offer my 2cents as someone, who for the past 8 years has "dirtbagged" all over the east coast, and who is now in utah, getting **** together to move to the pacific northwest. I voluntarily took a major paycut in Rhode Island to follow a dream of working in the wilderness, having a ton of free time to search for waves and mountains. That dream came true last February when I started a job as a Wilderness Field Instructor, working Bi Weekly, raking in just enough cash to get a full tank of gas and travel to southern california, canyonlands, and northern utah chasing snowstorms, flash floods, and sometimes even waves.

Dreams never end. Yesterday I voluntarily took a layoff at my dream job. Why? because I want to see more. I want to make it possible for others to have a chance at the lifestyle I have been living for the past year, here in the high desert. I gave up my spot at a thriving company so they could offer a chance to someone else. I am ready to follow my next dream of exploring remote coastlines in the northwest of our country, and hopefully further north.

PJB don't sell yourself short if its taking away from dreams. Money and the Normal life will always be an issue. I have had major breakdowns thinking I'm going backwards in life, making less money with every job I take, building a resume that looks like an uneducated dirtbag took a dump in his van and put it on paper. And in the end, I think, well I have way more stories and have seen way more then a lot of my old friends with their 9-5 jobs and hefty mortgages.

Life has been good to me, and I consider myself lucky to have a supportive girlfriend with little needs, who is willing to live frugally to make simple things possible. I hope to some day settle down, but until then the road awaits.

 

And remember guys, nothing is more attractive to a female than a wandering vagabond.

Sorry PJB, somebody lied to you.

 

Woah this thread is replicating like wet Gremlins eating fried chickens they shott themselves and after 9pm. Def seems like a must-read. Have to get after it maybe later tonight after this PM sesh and a visit to the family. Can't wait to see what this sick thread has to offer since PB&J gave birth to it.

 

I can tell I must not be happy with life when I realize that I'm checking out used camper-vans on Craigslist again.

Count me in, this spring, we ride west!

 

PJB, just so there's no misunderstanding when one of the boys hollers to you from the window of the Partridge Family bus while you're reliving yourself on the side of some road off the Canadian coast:


bear - noun, plural bears ( especially collectively ) bear, adjective, verb, beared, bear•ing.
noun
Any of the plantigrade, carnivorous or omnivorous mammals of the family Ursidae, having massive bodies, coarse heavy fur, relatively short limbs, and almost rudimentary tails.

bear - verb, bore or ( Archaic ) bare; borne or born; bear•ing.
verb (used with object)
To hold up; support: to bear the weight of the roof. To produce by natural growth: a tree that bears fruit. To suffer; endure; undergo: to bear the blame.

bare - adjective, bar•er, bar•est, verb, bared, bar•ing.
adjective
Without covering or clothing; naked; nude: bare legs.

 

As I sit here watching the Tampa Bay Lightning pondering my full moon snapper trip tomorrow night, all I can say is you guys are a trip.

 

Dude you where coddled and read Paddington Bear as a child so you have the option to pursue what you want because you where fortunate enough to have that lifestyle others not so much. I grew up with 4 siblings and parents who went through Bankruptcy, had to put myself through college so yeah to some of us money and hard work does matter. I go to PR every winter for the last 30 years because that what I could afford.. Love PR Wilderness.. do I want to surf Uluwatu sure and someday I will Hang loose bro and enjoy the ride !

 

I dig your vibe, bro, and I agree with much of the sentiment. In fact, I did pretty much what you're proposing when I was in my late 20's. Dropped out, cruised and surfed and hitchhiked from Cuba to Tierra del Fuego. I eventually came home and had a family. And the memories I've made since are just as classic. Probably more so. No, definitely more so.

 

One more note - rather than posting here looking for people to set off with, just go, bro. Just go solo, go alone, and go now.