The home of a traveler.

So what does it mean to come home after an epic trip that lifted your world out of it's rat trap and placed it in a garden that has no boundaries that you have found yet?  It simple means that you for ever can't understand if you were dreaming or if you are dreaming.

I have been working on writing out my journal notes so that I might be able to tell a more extended version of what happened in those three months, while being on the Missouri Rive, than the usual response of "it was good man!"  I have also been working with a friend I made on the trip to get my art work into a place were it's power and message can be communicated in the most professional way possible. I draw and paint for ten to twelve hours a day and then finish it off with a couple hours of writing.  When I can no longer think strait I take Poncho my dog for a walk.  That is the home life of this traveler.