That Ever-Looming Celestial Plight: Precipitation

That Ever-Looming Celestial Plight: Precipitation

It was Friday afternoon and I was so desperate to get out of the cities you could've shot me out of a cannon.

I unfortunately hit the 'Summer-Friday northerly Minnesotan migration' and got caught in a net of trailer-hitched fishing boats, family minivans packed full of harpies, and the poor saps who live in the northern exburbs just trying to fall into their first bottle of the weekend.

After cutting myself free I was so late to the Wild River state park all I got were smirks at the front desk of the ranger station as I came in wearing nothing but a helmet and an exhausted look of terror as the rain-soaked breeze followed me in.

They let me loose in the park and I found myself stumbling around in the dark like an animal as the clouds rolled in. The sun long-gone, I realized I better start running. It was 2 miles from my bike to my site and luckily I set my bastard of a campsite up before sneaking in the front entrance.

It was then I saw my first flash of lightning. My senses piqued and I began to Sprint like a madman carrying nothing but a radioactive can of 40% deet and a sack of rain gear in case the monsoon began.

I stepped in horse shit several times. In a dead sprint it doesn't seem to stick to you, it splats like a pumpkin dropped from a rooftop. It was so damn dark I nearly barreled my head up the ass of a deer.

I stumbled onto my site as the rain began to fall and I hunkered down so hard you couldn't have scraped me up with a crowbar. The monstrosity of a storm rolled in bringing rain in buckets, wind in sheets, and debris in waves.

Lightning struck so close to my tent it could have dynamited the whole damn campsite out across the St. Croix River as chunks of old Jimbo and what's left of my motocamping gear would've washed up in Wisconsin.

It was 9pm and I opened up Hunter S. Thompson's "Proud Highway" while the hurricane-like vortex outside battered my tent like a drum, the only thing holding it down was my 200-lb Irish ass and a prayer.

Without cell service I couldn't tell if the pummeling outside was the worst of it or the next best thing. Se la frickin' vi.

Finally motocamping

Finally motocamping

So I finally got myself out there and motocamped for the first weekend of the season!
I made a reservation at Lake Maria State Park at site B1. It was a gorgeous site on a small lake full of families of geese with their goslings, muskrats (that are very active at night) cranes, ducks, and I even saw a few garter snakes.

     The geese, however, are just wrapping up their mating season. There were 2 groups of mama and papa geese with 3 goslings each. A new couple without any goslings arrived in the lake and were instantly contested. Apparently the resident geese didn't take kindly to another couple on their lake. They were very territorial and had a stand off of sorts.
     Either way I had to listen to them fight all night. Geese, when pissed, hiss and growl at each other like busted kazoos. It's pretty annoying.
     The muskrats jumped in the water at all hours of the night doing cannon balls like Ham from The Sand Lot. They slapped their tails and scrounged around the edges of the lake looking for dropped wood and debris to add to their nest that was already the size of a car! They must've been there a few years. There might've been 4 muskrats at one time zipping across the lake.
    I read an informational kiosk on a hike in the park that stated muskrats are essential to healthy wetland growth, their gathering of wood and debris on the edges of wetlands keep plants free of obstruction promoting more plant growth. Basically if you see little muskrat huts, you got yourself a clean ecosystem.

     I spent this weekend filming the 2W1C 'Gear Series' which should hopefully be out in a few weeks.  The series will include short films ranging from a few seconds to 3 minutes on the pros, cons, and functions of the types of gear I own. There will be links to Amazon in each description so people can feel free to purchase the gear!

     I found that the gear that I have is built for long-distance travel that can go on for weeks.
For weekend travel I brought WAY too much. The plan was to film it, sure, but I'm uncertain how slimming down would work unless I reworked things a bit.

Anywho, enough for now. Can't wait to get out there again!



Well here we go. The first Blog.

This would be the place where I'd put a really inspiring message to viewers and fans regarding how short life is and how we all need to leave our comfort zones.
While I really feel that way, at the moment I'm just sort of spewing words onto a page.

The website, at the moment, is still in its infancy stages and I'm just ramping up for the 2017 year.
The Dakota War episodes from Season 2 are currently being released and will continue to go on as such throughout the summer and most likely into the fall.
I'm currently in the process of editing season 3 for a future date and man, weekly releases means this could go on forever.

I have far too much footage. There's too much I want to do!  I'm trying to build a website for the first time in my life. I'm literally spending hours and hours editing and putting together footage. I'm finding ways to put together videos so people will watch them while also learning how to POST them so I can promote the channel and get more views. To be honest it's not the views that I'm after, it's the subscribers.
The more people that subscribe to the channel, the more comments and views there will be in the long term.
This could be a hobby that goes on for a few years or so. Who knows where it will go?

Apparently I'm being contacted by news outlets regarding Operation Vasa. Will that give me a bigger base? Who knows?

To be honest I'm really trying to figure out what 2W1C is REALLY about. It's a mix of things.

I go on motocamping trips to get myself in the great outdoors and mix hobbies I genuinely enjoy. Why film it then? Do I strive to become a public figure? Do I want the world to go out and start motocamping? To be honest I'm generally happy if people want to do 'armchair travel' and watch adventures of others. There's nothing wrong with it- it's entertainment!

The editing though. Man. Tedious.
There's so much to go through I wonder where I find the steam to do it.
The biggest rush I get out of it is when I post content. The streams of views and comments really push me along.

Season 2 was about 5-6 months of pure editing without a single post. That was a tough strech. I really pushed myself every step of the way knowing that one day, hopefully, several hundred individuals will click on it and voluntarially watch it.

It's easy to underestimate how much time is really going into viewing.  At the moment of writing this blog I've taken up 33,442 hrs of human time though just viewership alone. That's 23.22 days!  You still reading this?

Anyway, I'm still pushing through and hoping for the best. I'd like a large viewership and opportunities to improve my craft. I'd like to be an ambassador of my community and teach people the lessons and stories of the past. Expose others to cultures and their histories.

I do this for many reasons. People probably watch the channel for many reasons as well. I just hope I don't lose sight of what it means to be a motocamping vlogger- whatever THAT means....