No disasters, near misses, or rampaging religions, just a simple eight-hour walk in the woods by my house.


The owner lives in New York City. Sucks to be him.


A small tributary...


...leading to Spring Creek.


Sand with no human tracks but mine.


A bit of lunch then four hours attemping to carve a spoon (not shown!).


And a snack for later.


An abandoned oil well. I have no idea how deep that water but I couldn't touch bottom of a pervious one with a six-foot stick.

So, not exactly Hawaii or Idaho. But considering it's five minutes out my front door I consider myself one lucky SOB.

-Blast