Tell them I said something: The Travel Blog » http://tellthemisaidsomething.com Travel and life in a big digital ball Sat, 21 Feb 2015 18:56:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 How to make a Blackhawk Gopro Chest pack http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/21/make-blackhawk-gopro-chest-pack/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/21/make-blackhawk-gopro-chest-pack/#comments Sat, 21 Feb 2015 18:48:44 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6162 So I like to be thrifty and save money where I can. I also like paramotoring and new toys, and I have a lot of time on my hands since busting my foot. So I decided to do some arts … Keep on reading

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So I like to be thrifty and save money where I can. I also like paramotoring and new toys, and I have a lot of time on my hands since busting my foot. So I decided to do some arts and crafts and make the equivalent of a Gopro chest holder from the Radio chest pack I had already bought from Blackhawk Paramotors.

I use the radio chest pack every time I fly to hold my radio, a Gopro stick, and my phone, but the hard part was getting the Gopro from my helmet to the stick, and having it on my helmet means it moves every time I look around. The solution would be to have it on my chest, easily accessible and it moves less, but then where would my other stuff go?! The solution?

Tyrhone’s homemade Blackhawk Gopro chest pack and radio holder!

I haven’t flown with it yet but it is solid and holds the camera well, I might wrap a bit of elastic string around it for just in case though. If you want to make your own here is the process in pics and the final result. Let me know if you think it is a good idea or if you make one yourself.

Paramotor Gopro pack

I sliced two horizontal lines and one vertical bertween them on my Blackhawk Radio Pack about the size of the Gopro attachment thingy.

Then I sewed the edges under, badly, but good enough to hold!

I used the large piece which the Gopro is attached to when it comes in the box as the main plate. The Gopro will attach to this and it is the perfect size to slip inside your Blackhawk radio pouch.

Blackhawk Paramotoring Gopro pack

Then I used industrial strength velcro and attached it around the hole along the insides of the Blackhawk Radio pouch, and to the top of the Gopro plate.

Blackhawk powered Paragliding pack

I pushed the Gopro plate in firmly making sure the velcro grips nice and tight and…

Voila! A Blackhawk Paramotors Gopro chesty attachment.

My radio and phone and everything still fit in there and I have a great way to record my flights! I even bounced up and down a bit and moved around and she holds nice and tight.

Blackhawk paramotors chest pack Powered Paragliding Gopro Blackhawk paramotors radio pack

Yes I know it is not going to win any style awards, but it is highly functional, and I’m all about function over form. If you make one I would love to see it. Cheers.

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All my Paramotor launches from beginner to… Beginner http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/17/paramotor-launches-beginner-beginner/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/17/paramotor-launches-beginner-beginner/#comments Tue, 17 Feb 2015 15:47:09 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6154 It has been just over a year now since I first got into the Powered Paragliding game. So far I have taken my flying through three countries but really haven’t flown anywhere near enough. Mostly because being a beginner it … Keep on reading

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It has been just over a year now since I first got into the Powered Paragliding game. So far I have taken my flying through three countries but really haven’t flown anywhere near enough. Mostly because being a beginner it was hard to find places which allowed for a large margin of error, and because often the weather has not been right. So I only have 22 flights but this is something I am hoping to change this year, I would hopefully even like to get up to the one hundred flights mark, but we’ll see.

Above is a compilation of my first 22 paramotor launches, which I use to learn what I am doing right and what I am doing wrong. The last few launches weren;t great, mostly I think because of trying to launch in cold weather, on ice and with giant gloves, but again, I learned a lot from watching them. The short clips span my Paramotor training in California, flying in Guatemala, the West Coast of Mexico and then through our road trip in the USA.

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Three years of freedom and not giving up http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/05/three-years-of-freedom/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/02/05/three-years-of-freedom/#comments Thu, 05 Feb 2015 19:15:09 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6058 It has been just about three years since we left Australia to embark on this lifestyle, give or take a few days. I’m not very good at remembering what day it is any more, unless I have a skype call … Keep on reading

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It has been just about three years since we left Australia to embark on this lifestyle, give or take a few days. I’m not very good at remembering what day it is any more, unless I have a skype call to make or a toy being delivered. I am sure I would be more than capable of remembering the day if I needed to, but the glorious thing about my life, is that I don’t need to.

Five years ago I was a miserable ball of stress, until I decided it was time to make a change. I spent two years saving all my money in preparation for a journey I (we really, Sarah and I) had not decided yet we would take, I just knew that I had to change something. Two years later, with money in the bank, long brewing plans came into fruition and we decided to hit the road until we either got bored or ran out of money. Three years after that and I now know that there will likely never be anything that makes me stop this lifestyle.

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RIDING THE WAVE

When we first left Australia I had this feeling that I used to verbalize to people, I felt like Sarah and I were on the crest of a cultural wave. I felt like this thing we were doing was becoming more mainstream and that some day soon we would realize we were part of a revolution, that the world was changing and more and more people were going to be giving up their desks and finding ways to be free.

Three years on I am thinking that maybe my views were skewed quite heavily by my own excitement to be doing something I never thought possible for myself. There seems to be a trend backwards now, that wave has broken and people are drifting back to a version of the lives they had before.

My place is not to judge, and everyone has their reasons for choosing the path they are on, but when I am so excited by my version of this nomadic lifestyle, my ongoing freedom and the plethora of choices which continue to open before me because I have given them the chance to present themselves, I can’t help but be surprised by what seems to me a backwards motion.

WARNING SIGNS

A few weeks before I left Australia, one of my bosses said to me, “You’ll be back. Six months, maybe a year, but you’ll be back.”. At the time I laughed and agreed that maybe he was right. These were untested waters and who knew what could happen. A few days later he committed suicide, leaving behind two kids and a boat load of money.

It is hard to determine how much of an effect that had on me. I was sorry none of us could have helped him. He had even mention to me that “Hell, maybe I will come join you in Thailand and leave all this shit.”. He of course had choices, but for some crazy reason which must have made sense in his head at the time, he only had one choice.

His death pushed me even more and helped affirm that the sadness I myself felt most of the time and the desperation for change was indeed something I should pay heed to. He could not imagine leaving that life behind, so he ended it. I am just grateful that life led me in a direction where I was able to make the hard choices which led me to where I am today.

MY FELLOW NOMADS

Which is why it is so hard for me to understand this return to the everyday world I see so many people suddenly taking. Most of them read this blog (or at least skim it), and so if they read this I don’t want them to take offence. Like I said we all have our own reasons for making the decisions we do. But if I am being honest with them and myself, I don’t know how after tasting the freedom this lifestyle gives you, you could be willing to give that up. I hope that your chosen path brings you happiness, and that you don’t fall back into the lifestyle which led you to seek this nomadic existence in the first place. I hope you are happy regardless of the choices you now make.

I have read it a number of times from a number of different sources, that either you are a traveler and will cling to this lifestyle with everything you have, or it will get too much for you and you will let it go after a year or two. Three years on I see and understand that now more than ever. I have met some amazing people in the last three years, also some not so amazing people, but the beauty of being a traveler is that it is easy to leave those ones in the rear view. I know I am a nomad, albeit a very stationary one.

WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT

So, three years on the road. Three years without a base or a solid routine. Three years with more ups and downs than an ADHD kid on a seesaw. Three of the undoubtedly best years of my life. Three years which are leading into even better years, something I didn’t think possible. For me the secret to not just enduring, but loving travel for three years and more, is listening to my mind and body when it tells me that it wants to stop. Three years on the road would be enough to make anyone scream for normality or routine, or question their choices.

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Luckily in our fist six months we figured out more or less how we wanted to spend our lives, and six months after that we had it down pat! Now, it is not about the travel, the travel adds a wonderful spice to the whole thing of course, but the meat and potatoes of it all is the freedom! Freedom to wake up and go to sleep where ever and whenever you want. I could not trade that in for anything. Unless life throws me some crazy curve ball that changes everything, some version of this lifestyle is me until the day I die. Which not coincidentally, would not seem as tragic as it would have three years ago.

BREAK IT DOWN

In three years I have done and seen more than I did in my previous thirty years. But more importantly, I have achieved on more consecutive days something I used to pray for in my previous life, something more precious than adventure, more enduring than happiness, and more rewarding than the biggest bank account in the world. More days than not, I am content with what my life has become.

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In the last three years I have laughed and smiled uncountable times, every single day. I have visited and lived in more than a dozen countries. I have met and befriended people from all over the world, and learned invaluable lessons from each of them about who I am and my place in this world. I have seen some of man-kind’s greatest creations, and mother nature’s most jaw dropping scenes. I have soaked up the sun on beaches, hiked across mountains, visited the Tibetan foothills and wandered around ancient ruins. And not for nothing, I learned how to fly. I have created memories that will last a life time, and more importantly, created opportunities I cannot wait to get stuck into. Three years in my old life would pass by with hardly anything worth mentioning, a holiday here and there maybe. Three years in my new life? More precious memories than I can possibly hold on to. (Check out the Gallery at the end of this post).

WHERE LIFE LEADS YOU

I realize that everyone has their own path to follow. I realize that my views are skewed towards my own happiness and that I should think twice before preaching. But I often find myself telling those closest to me about how wonderful this life is, not because I want to brag, but because I hope it might spur them on to find their own version of freedom. Which is why I hope that those friends and acquaintances who I have met on the road – who shared similar experiences, who already took that first difficult leap into this lifestyle but are now second guessing it – that you have sucked every bit of joy out of this, that you are not returning to the things you left behind for a reason.

Each of us has our own paths to follow and as often as not we take a few steps down the wrong ones. The hard part is looking forward to where those paths might eventually lead and adjusting course accordingly. I only bring this up because I feel Sarah and I were lucky enough to make some choices early on which make staying the course easier than most. But even if we hadn’t, I like to think we would still be heading in this very same direction.

But enough about all of you. You are old enough and ugly enough to make your own choices without the preaching of a bearded fool who can’t say no to cats.

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Three years. Today, tomorrow or the next day it will be three years we have been living this life, and many the things I have seen, the things I have felt and experienced have shown me life is more amazing than I ever imagined. The countries and cultures I have luxuriated in have made me giddy with joy and wonder. The late mornings and lazy weekday strolls along tropical beaches and mountain passes. The food I have shovelled through my pie hole and the endless amounts of time I have meandered my way through have been joyous.

Some things have been tough, some places have been horrible. But as I sit here now with the sun rising over the Colorado Rocky mountains, contemplating the endless opportunities which await us, I am eternally grateful for every choice I have made, good or bad, which led me to this point.

When you let go of fear, when you embrace the difficulties and make them your bitch, when you jump up from the mire and believe that the world is yours if only you want it enough, you will find a life of plenty waiting for you.

I was blind but now I see, Hallelujah and Amen! It’s my party and I’ll preach if I want to (you could preach too if it happened to you).

I wish you all a marvelous life whichever path you walk down. Below are just a few of the thousands of images of Sarah and I smiling, laughing, meeting people and seeing amazing things. A drop in the ocean of this last amazing three years, just to remind you (and us) how amazing life can be.

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Leaving Perth 3 years ago One of our first meals in a Cambodian shack restaurant Kids playing with our phones in Cambodia Cambodia scootering up to Bokor Eating bugs in Thailand Sarahs mum coming to Thailand for a visit Biking in Thailand The dish washer on an island off Cambodia A boat up the Mekong The elephant sanctuary Washing a crippled elephant in Thailand Stroking a blond elephant in Thailand Drinking coconuts on Rabbit Island Cambodia Temples in Thailand Waiting out the rain on a Thai island A happy Cambodian Islander A kid along the Mekong Monks in Laos Scootering around Vang Vieng Laos Thai island sunset Breakfast with a new friend in China The Terracota army Happy people in Beijing Painted baby chickens in the mountains of China Locals practicing english with Sarah Tagong, a Tibetan town in the foothills of China Sarah doing cartwheels in the Tagong grasslands Sarah climbing volcanoes in Indonesia Mount Omei in China Walking the Great Wall of China Snorkelling in Akumal Mexico Day of the dead festivities All muscles on the beach on Mexico Cenote swimming with Jimmy in Mexico Swimming with whale Sharks Mexico Holly visiting in Playa del Carmen Skydiving in Mexico The ruins of Palenque Zip lining in Mexico Cenote swimming Cenote diving in Mexico Coba ancient Mayan ruins Teotihuacan temples at sunrise Our mates from Playa del Carmen Buying a car in Mexico Taacos el Pastor! San Miguel Mexico with friends Road tripping around Mexico Underground Cenote choking More Mexican ruins! Semana Santa in Guatemala Flying along the coast in Mexico Shrines and islands in Mexico Snowing in London Stonehenge With mum at the white cliffs of dover The horshoe gorge House sitting in Washington Lake Powell The Rise festival in Las Vegas Yoga in the Colorado Rocky Mountains The Grand Canyon Yosemite National Park hiking Top of the world, Kala Patar, Everest. Adventure awaits. Get stuck in.

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Snowboarding, the Rockies, and a crash http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/01/22/snowboarding-fun-crash/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/01/22/snowboarding-fun-crash/#comments Thu, 22 Jan 2015 15:18:52 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6049 For those of you who don’t know, Sarah and I are not professional snowboarders, in fact it is quite the opposite, unless you count a week 6 years ago we have nary given it a thought throughout our travels. BUT! … Keep on reading

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For those of you who don’t know, Sarah and I are not professional snowboarders, in fact it is quite the opposite, unless you count a week 6 years ago we have nary given it a thought throughout our travels. BUT! For some reason when our current amazing house sit in the Colorado Rocky mountains came up, we were like “Hell yeah, lets go become professional snowboarders”.

Fast forward a few months and our first day on the mountain proper, and I was really feeling like I had this shit down. Even when a lift operator told me that my snowboard was an antique and I should see if I could get some cash by selling it to a collector, I thought “Pish Posh, a good craftsman never blames his tools”, and hit the slopes with gusto.

To be fair to myself I picked it up really quickly and was flying down the mountain before my crash and burn. And when I did crash I was going pretty damn slow, and in powder! I think the nose of my board got stuck, I went over the top and my feet tried to stay where they were. Crash…

I then had to snowboard dow to the chairlift, go up the chairlift and get to the station where the first aid guys who were super (thanks dude I forgot your name!), strapped me to a coffin on wheels and took me back down to get patched up, aside from a blast of ice in the face, it was kinda fun.

Fast forward again, just over a week this time (it’s like we be time traveling up in hiah!) and the swelling has gone down, the bruises are fading, and I can walk on my tip toes, so pretty much ready to go again. We have season passes, and I have always wanted to be good at snowboarding, so I will get er dun.

As a quick side note, our house sit up in the rockies is incredible. Views like you wouldn’t believe, amazing owners, a rustic log cabin straight out of Mills and Boon, and a kitty alarm clock who comes into the room every morning at six meeoowing for breakfast. She even has a snooze function wherein if I ignore here she will go away and come back every ten minutes.

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Hanging out with my mate the mountain goat. The owners are avid hunters and I have been eating the best game meat in the world!

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Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting stuffed animals…

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Our backyard.

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Yellow Tail, and my alarm clock…

(PS, all these photos were taken with my awesome new phone. I love her so much it hurts some times…)

This is the last stop on our American road trip, and it is an absolute doozy. This country has been a lot of fun and I have learned a lot (like why you all love football so much), as well as seen a lot (like bears, Buffalo Bills grave and the largest servings of food in the world!).

I am looking forward to putting together a video of our time here and want to give a shout out to all the cool people we have met. I think I have done more socializing in the last four months than in the rest of my adult life.

thanks for having us America, you got er dun…

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Paramotoring Whitefish Montana. Flight 22 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/01/06/paramotoring-whitefish-montana-flight-22/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2015/01/06/paramotoring-whitefish-montana-flight-22/#comments Tue, 06 Jan 2015 21:44:09 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6038 My second paramotor flight in Whitefish and my 22nd overall. I had a terrible take-off this time and a not much better landing, but I know what I did wrong! When launching I overcompensated the wing by pulling too much … Keep on reading

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My second paramotor flight in Whitefish and my 22nd overall. I had a terrible take-off this time and a not much better landing, but I know what I did wrong!

When launching I overcompensated the wing by pulling too much right brake, when I should have tried more to get under it. I find it quite a bit more difficult Paramotoring in extreme cold like this as all the clothing and wet feet make it hard to be accurate and uncomfortabley cold. In fact I landed after only about 20 minutes because my fingers were going numb!

For my landing I am trying to get them more accurate by not pulling brakes so soon, unfortunately I pulled brakes a split second too late and went to my knees, otherwise I could have had a nice slide in landing.

Paramotoring-Montana

As it was I had a beautiful Paramotor flight over the snow in Montana, I learned more about launching and landing, and I walked away without damage or hurting myself, success! I am not sure when my next flight will be as we are at a very high altitude in Colorado now which makes launching very difficult. Add to that running through a foot of snow and I will probably have to wait awhile.

which is fine though because now I can learn to snowboard!

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Ellensburg, on the road again http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/12/18/ellensburg-road/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/12/18/ellensburg-road/#comments Fri, 19 Dec 2014 00:35:19 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6021 So we’re back on the road again having left Miss Amazing and Montana behind, and one of our first stops on the way to Portland is a little unexpected place called Ellensburg. Usually on these driving days we get to … Keep on reading

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So we’re back on the road again having left Miss Amazing and Montana behind, and one of our first stops on the way to Portland is a little unexpected place called Ellensburg. Usually on these driving days we get to places too late to have a good look around, but after an easy 3 hour drive today we pulled into a quaint little town in Kittitas, Washington.

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There’s not a lot here, but what there is has definitely made the stop worth while. Aside from the friendly people and a wealth of activities which apparently happen around the area (we aren’t here long enough to check it out properly), there is an exceptional museum! Truth be told I don’t know if it is just my age coming through but I really had a great time learning about the history of Ellensburg as well as some plain old history like steam cars, WW2 memorabilia, an old phone collection which really brought home how far technology has come, and my favorite, some early quilting equipment!

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After our trip through the ages we headed to a local restaurant and had a great lunch with what seemed to be the rest of the town, finishing off with an amazing blueberry pie and ice cream. Yes it was hard to leave Whitefish behind, but so far small town America is making the road a lot of fun.

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Breaking up is hard to do http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/12/17/breaking-hard/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/12/17/breaking-hard/#comments Wed, 17 Dec 2014 16:21:35 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=6010 I am not a believer in public break ups, but sometimes you just need an outlet for the pain, a way to say goodbye and to release all the crazy thoughts swirling around inside your grief stricken brain. So with … Keep on reading

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I am not a believer in public break ups, but sometimes you just need an outlet for the pain, a way to say goodbye and to release all the crazy thoughts swirling around inside your grief stricken brain. So with that in mind please bear with me as I say goodbye…

First off I need you to know that it isn’t you, it’s me, I have to move on because although what we have is truly special, I have other commitments which I need to fulfill, commitments which were there long before you and I ever got on this crazy roller coaster called love.

Of course you know that wouldn’t be enough to pull me away, you refuse to hear it, or don’t want to believe it, but the truth is you are just too good for me, you deserve better than I can give you. I’m just a boy from the wrong side of the tracks and you, well you’re an uptown girl making all the right moves. You are too special, too amazing to be hidden away for just one man, especially this man. The world needs to know you as well as I do, it needs hope and if I let you go, you can be that shining light which guides them through the darkness.

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I know it doesn’t seem fair and that despite our time together, despite living in each others pockets and excluding everything and everyone else from our amazing little world, it feels like the blink of an eye, like I was just getting to know you. Truthfully though you have so much to offer that even a thousand lifetimes would not be enough to leave me content. So maybe this is best.

I will take with me some of the fondest memories a man could hope for… Do you remember that time we slept in till noon, wrapped in goose down blankets with the sun trying to break through the curtains? Or the time we cranked up the fireplace and snuggled on the couch watching season after season of Sons of Anarchy while the snow came down in sheets outside the window? Or lying in the hot tub for hours watching the stars and eating ice cream?

So many memories to carry me through this terrible terrible time. I will never forget you or the long showers we used to take, the way I could push your buttons and have you light up all over still makes me giggle despite knowing I am losing you. I remember tinkering in the garage while you watched on silently, you thought I didn’t notice you, but I could barely focus on what I was doing, just knowing you were there.

Although it hurts now, I know you will be OK, I know you will find someone else to love you as much as I have. How could they not, there is so much to love. Two bedrooms one bathroom, a lounge, dining area, kitchen, garage and patio. And that’s not even mentioning all your nooks and crannies, all the bits and bobs that make you you.

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Yes I have to leave you, but know this, you have given this boy from the wrong side of the tracks enough memories to carry me through a lifetime. I knew it couldn’t last the first time I stepped through your dark wood doors, just a fool who thought he knew what the world was about. Now when I walk out, I will leave a man who has known true love, and true loss.

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Farewell Miss Amazing, I don’t regret a thing…

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The RiSE Lantern Festival in Las Vegas (video) http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/26/rise-lantern-festival-las-vegas/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/26/rise-lantern-festival-las-vegas/#comments Wed, 26 Nov 2014 16:44:32 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=5993 Our American road trip has already taken us through some amazing parts of the U.S. There is such a variety of landscapes and lifestyles in this one country that it almost boggles the mind. It is one of the reasons … Keep on reading

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Our American road trip has already taken us through some amazing parts of the U.S. There is such a variety of landscapes and lifestyles in this one country that it almost boggles the mind. It is one of the reasons we decided to road trip here, because by crossing one border you have available to your eyeballs a plethora of sights and sounds as different from one another as all the countries of the Americas put together.

From our humble start in Arizona up through Utah, Nevada, California, Oregon and now Montana. We have crossed through deserts, around coastlines and into the snowy mountains. This is an amazing country and I can see why Americans like it so much!

This post is about just the one state though, Nevada, and just the one event in that stateand more specifically, the RiSE Lantern Festival in Las Vegas. Vegas was for me a complicated mix of emotions. It is a very man made place, but it is surrounded by incredible natural beauty which I think is often lost in the glitz of the Strip. Not so much by the locals but by every movie ever made of the place.

RiSE lantern festival las vegas

Thanks to Holly though we got to see another side to Vegas. A pretty unassuming place most outsiders have never heard of, The Jean Dry Lake bed. My two best experiences in Vegas just so happened to be in this eerie place. The first I have already mentioned and made a video of, that is my Paramotor flight which you can watch here (it is pretty spectacular, check it), which I had planned to do even before we knew where RiSE was going to be held. The second, the previously mentioned RiSE Lantern Festival!

Enjoy the video… (make sure you watch it in full HD / 1080)!

Thanks to Holly and a gracious friend who gave up her tickets for us, we got to take part in and watch the Rise Lantern festival out in the Mojave desert. The premise is simple, a group of people coming together and sending their individual hopes and dreams out into the world by writing on their lanterns and letting them soar. Aside from the reason, it is an amazing thing to see.

I am not one for expunging emotion most of the time. Possibly because of how much I have seen and done I am generally pretty blase about most things. I enjoy my life thoroughly, but I don’t tend to get overly emotional about much. I have to admit though, in the moment when thousands of lanterns went up simultaneously, and thousands of people cheered them on, there was a little something inside me which took flight right along with them.

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The Rise Lantern Festival was a spectacular event and one I am grateful to have been a part of. So thank you very much Holly and the aMasongraceproject.com for letting us be a part of it. Peace

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A creature of comfort http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/23/creature-comfort/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/23/creature-comfort/#comments Sun, 23 Nov 2014 18:11:03 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=5969 I have stayed in a lot of places in my time on this Earth, moving around more than a teenage orphan with behavioral issues and a penchant for substance abuse. The abodes I have aboded in range from a sleeping bag on wooden … Keep on reading

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I have stayed in a lot of places in my time on this Earth, moving around more than a teenage orphan with behavioral issues and a penchant for substance abuse. The abodes I have aboded in range from a sleeping bag on wooden boards in the freezing Himalayan mountain ranges to cowboy cabins in confusingly named towns with a crazy man who screams at you for driving faster than five miles an hour.

I stayed in a hostel room in China filled with unwashed barely above the poverty line travelers with dreadlocks / dirty hair and five star hotel rooms in Singapore, Hong Kong and Thailand.

I have stayed in hotels, motels and the occasional holiday inn. Under Democratic, Theocratic and Communist rule. I have lived in cold places, hot places and places which were just right. I lived in all three stories of a hotel for months and spent a year in a tiny studio apartment by the beach. There is not a place or house type I have not lain my head for at least one night. Except maybe a barn, but what am I? Jesus?! No one sleeps in a barn these days…

All these fabulous places I have graced with my presence, yet I have never stayed in a place like this.

whitefish house montana

whitefish montana kitchen

What place is that? Well it all begins in a quaint little town in Montana called, Whitefish. A town so unassuming and adorable that you would never believe what resides deep within its squeaky clean bowels. Surely this is not the type of place you would expect to find so devious a premises. In the plant world she would be known as Dionaea muscipula, aka, the Venus Fly Trap. In the house world we call her, Temptress!

She just gets me. I have never been cradled and mollycoddled by inanimate objects to the point where I start to question whether maybe, just maybe, this house is reading my mind. I know it sounds crazy, but you haven’t seen the things I’ve seen. You haven’t opened the door to a world which can be controlled without moving…anything but your thumb. I’ve been there, I’ve seen things man…

There are a thousand little touches which make this place this place, comforts so subtle that occasionally I giggle softly to myself with a “of course it has that” look on my face, smirking and whispering “You go girl” in a way that only lunatics in straight jackets and people with Bluetooth headsets might appreciate.

I haven’t named the house of course because that is ridiculous, you can’t name someone elses house, idiot. That would be like looking after someone elses child and giving it an interim name while under your care. However, if I was to call out to the house when no one else was listening, I would probably call it something like Super Amazing, or just Miss Amazing for short. Miss and not missus because she is too special to belong to one man and amazing because, well, she is amazing, idiot…

From the moment I stepped over the threshold I new this was going to be a special five weeks. Greeted by a constant temperature emanating from the floor and soft lighting which accentuated her dark wooden curves and black and white color scheme, I did that weird solo giggle thing to myself and knew it was all over.

Bob and Wendy showed us around Ms. Amazing but their voices floated around my periphery as I took all of her in. I could see the well deserved pride in their eyes as they revealed one saucy feature after another to us. Built in coffee machine, always on hot tub, programmable rain shower with more heads than a mythological Greek monster and a hands free toilet with glute pleasing pre-warmed seat that just gets me, it just, you know, gets me…

whitefish bathroom

With every corner we turned and every cranny we peeked into more marvels availed themselves to us. Glorious things which have no business being here on this dirty mud ball of a planet and which I could imagine being features of my house in Heaven one day. The beds are super comfy, the microwave is huge, the fireplace comes on with the click of a button, THERE IS A VACUUM CLEANER THAT LIVES IN THE WALLS!

Click the image for a full scale version of the Vacuum Killer!

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Every where you look there is something I didn’t know I wanted, but now I don’t know how I will live without. My life is forever changed. Damn you Bob and Wendy, damn you for letting us stay in your incredibly awesome house…

Yesterday I left the house for a couple hours, at least my body did, but my mind and my heart was curled up on the couch using the universal remote to control the lighting and features of every room. My soul had stretched out and thumbed on the fireplace then brought up Netflix on the super clear TV so that I might luxuriate the day away in spirit if not in body.

Today I don’t have the strength to fight its all encompassing embrace, so I think I will just let my body join the rest of me as I snuggle up in front of the telly, thumb poised on the all powerful remote while the toilet softly whispers my name in the background. Oh Ms. Amazing, you complete me…

If you want to share in the joy that is Miss Amazing, contact “The Lodge at Whitefish Lake” and ask to stay in “The Viking Creek Cabin“, your world will be rocked.

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Powered Paragliding Half Moon Bay in California http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/20/powered-paragliding-half-moon-bay-california/ http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/2014/11/20/powered-paragliding-half-moon-bay-california/#comments Thu, 20 Nov 2014 23:40:27 +0000 http://tellthemisaidsomething.com/?p=5961 My second powered paragliding flight back in the USA was without a doubt a doozy with some fairly intense turbulence. It also marked my twentieth flight which when I look back over how hard it was to get to this point, … Keep on reading

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My second powered paragliding flight back in the USA was without a doubt a doozy with some fairly intense turbulence. It also marked my twentieth flight which when I look back over how hard it was to get to this point, makes me fairly proud of the achievement. Enjoy the video and then read on.

It was tougher than I thought it would be this powered paragliding business. It takes a lot in the early days to make yourself leave the ground behind, especially once you leave training and it is just you. A lot of people quit pretty early on, which is why there is a lot of almost new equipment constantly going up for sale. It takes a lot to see this thing through, but man what a reward.

This flight just outside of San Francisco at a place called Half Moon Bay was my craziest yet, but it also showed me that I was truly in the game, because instead of just freaking out, I thought about what I needed to do and kept my composure. Nothing terrible happened, and I rode the crazy turbulence in to a successful landing, it was pretty scary, and extremely exhilarating.

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Half moon bay powered paraglider

Sarah and I are world travelers, we have been to some amazing places and seen a lot of amazing things, but flying is some next level living. After awhile the travel can become a bit stale and needs to be spiced up, added to or changed altogether. It may sound strange to those who work full time jobs and yearn to travel, but when you do it as a lifestyle, travel itself becomes as monotonous as working, well maybe not that bad.

We do try to change up our style of travel and locations a lot, and this has kept things fun. From cold to hot climates, mountains to oceans, temples to caves, backpacking to staying in amazing homes when our friends give us the opportunity. We like to mix it up.

The Powered Paragliding is my mixing it up, and even though sometimes the fear creeps back in and I feel like I don’t want to keep doing it, I know now that I always will keep coming back. Even more so than the travel, flying makes me happy, it gets my heart pumping and challenges me in a way nothing else ever has. When I setup for launch, when I am floating hundreds of feet above the Earth and when I land safely back on Terra-firma, I feel truly alive.

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