Totally worth the wait for #derbygirls at the #bikersreunion2014 (at Timiskaming Square)

Pure grit in the lawn tractor coliseum. (at Waterfront Inn, New Liskeard)

Sneak peak from our video about Deb and Dave riding Peterborough and the Kawarthas. #buckhornroad

I’m home! BBQ at my favourite place in Ontario, Muddy’s Pit! @theplanetd @pktourism #thisisliving #ontariomotoroads @georgefido (at Muddy’s Pit BBQ)

@hondapowerca What do you think? @georgefido @explorethebruce

CTX 1300. So excited. @hondapowerca

ehosk:

In this African tribe, when someone does something harmful, they take the person to the center of the village where the whole tribe comes and surrounds them.

For two days, they will say to the man all the good things that he has done.

The tribe believes that each human being comes into the world as a good. Each one of us only desiring safety, love, peace and happiness.

But sometimes, in the pursuit of these things, people make mistakes.

The community sees those mistakes as a cry for help.

They unite then to lift him, to reconnect him with his true nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth of which he had been temporarily disconnected: “I am good.”

Shikoba Nabajyotisaikia!

NABAJYOTISAIKIA, is a compliment used in South Africa and means: “I respect you, I cherish you. You matter to me.” In response, people say SHIKOBA, which is: “So, I exist for you.”

dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009
dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man. Photos by Ryan MorsePacific Coast, WAJuly 2009

dead-sea-gulls:

We took a wrong turn. Well I suppose that depends on how you define “wrong” but it most definitely was a turn. I slammed on my brakes and skid to a stop just short of going over the roads end which just kinda crumbled off into a gully near the ocean. My passenger slapped the back of my helmet and hollered what the fuck was that for!??!  Like the road, many of the buildings were crumbling away. Ended up being on Indian Res.. The Ho Tribe of north west Washington.  We spoke with a fisherman, a native named Joe Hudson. Joe and his pals asked us about our bikes, what we were doing, where we were going, how it was that we were choosing to take all this technology and use it as a means to get back to the land. He seemed to like the idea that we always camped and never stayed in hotels.  He told us we could camp right on the beach next to the ocean. Said if anyone gave us grief tell him Joe Hudson said it was okay. We made a good fire, we ate fish, we drank beer, we slept to the sound of the ocean rolling and and out. Loud. Cold. Happy. 
I need to go back with a bottle of bourbon for old Joe Hudson. Good man.
Photos by Ryan Morse
Pacific Coast, WA
July 2009

(via aneweira)

“If you are depressed, you are living in the past.
If you are anxious, you are living in the future.
If you are at peace, you are living in the present.”
— Lao Tzu   (via thatkindofwoman)

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