Oh, it continues- the next day I had to get from Park City to SLC, I could take the back roads as I planned or make the brilliant decision and head down the sketchy I-80 over a pass and into SLC. Scared shitless and trembling I took I-80, I wanted to be able to see one of my best friends before he left SLC for the weekend, and I-80 was the shortest route. Through snow and rain and dodging blown out tires and trash in the shoulder, I made it into SLC only to be too late to see him. Feeling devastated and defeated, a lot of dark thoughts started rushing into my head. "F%*& THIS, I don't need people in my life, I can do this and anything I want all by myself with nobody's help, why am I even doing this trip??"
These are normal thoughts that rush into my head when things don't go as expected in my life. I get lost in my own head, and forget why I am here and what is truly important, and sometimes it takes something to happen to get me back down to earth. Well sure enough something happened, my mom called me that day and told me my good friend Logan had drowned in a kayaking accident. That did it. Right then I was brought back down to reality and remembered that life is about pursuing your dreams and being able to do what you love. Logan died while filming a kayaking movie up in the Pacific Northwest, I was hoping to meet up with him and the crew when I finally scootered up there. I have lost two other close friends, both doing what they loved. My friend Tony (pardee on) passed while skiing in an avalanche and Todd (WWTD) passed after hanging out with his best friends and saving another friend's life. I share about these other two kids because now I have three doods upstairs watching my back.
So yeah, I knew shit would go down while I was on this trip, I knew I would be tested, NO I didn't think I would be alone scootering while thinking about the passing of another friend. Maybe this will help me to think deeper along this trip and make me be more aware that I do need to ask for the homies upstairs to help guide me along this trip. To turn this sad sappy post around I want to talk about what my buddies upstairs have already helped with during this trip! So when you see some pics with the WWTD shirt and the Pardee on shenanigans, just know that is my way of reminding myself and others that we've got homies up there watching out for us guiding us the whole time! (my next post will be all about how I've been hooked up so far from my DOODS upstairs!)
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