AFutureLost

Ive been told by my friend about an experience in Canada where he befriended a Native Inuit who invited him to participate in a traditional Sweat Lodge. He told me it was one of the most physically and spiritually trying experiences of his life. I believe strongly in pushing your body to extremes to fully understand how your mind connects to your physical body.

Dumpster Diving should never have to become necessity for anyone. Food should be provided free for all. Unfortunately the world the way it is, with Capatilism being a detturent from a potential socialist existance in which people work towards equality and focus on each other, we are at a point where even attempting to retrieve discarded food is becoming a crime. So we take our stand. Creeping in the middle of the night to uproot what is considered like some of us, bad or rotten food. We fight the constant threat of compacators, bleach and night managers all so that we can put to use what others want to rot in a dump. Were going to share and show that there are better ways or just different ways.

Well, I expected it to be a little more planned out than it was but I GOt where I needed to be and had a lot of fun doing it.I was riding my bike over the Smokies From Knoxville to Asheville NC Than down to Greenville SC the plan was to make it back to JAcksonville Fl but my Bike could’nt take it anymore once I got into Greenville, so I hit the Library found the trainyard thanks to Google map watched as two trains chugged by then when the third southbound stopped threw my bike over my shoulder and hopped on. About 4 hours later I arrived in Atlanta which seemed like the best spot to get my bearings Hit up another library and found a sweet railmap of Georgia I was riding my bike around downtown when I rolled Up on Atlanta Critical mass which was so fucking sweet hundreds of bikes getting together to clog up the streets. Afterwards I went over to the south trainyard Where apperantly trains dont stop followed the tracks back a few miles and hopped on in the middle of downtown. 6 hours later after a wonderful sleep I thought I was somewhere in southern Georgia then after another 4 hours sitting in a trainyard as my train was being moved backwards and forwards around the yard I decided to find out where I was as it turned out the train had only gone about 10 miles south of Atlanta. I headed back downtown and caught another train down to Savannah where I ended my first hop with a greyhound the last 150 miles. It’s an awesome way to travel as long as your careful and have a lot of patiance bring a book some music and a couple
friends cause you may be sitting in one spot a long time.