Tracking again

I keep telling myself that I’m going to fill out a dream journal every morning… but the hell I will! That very fact has held me back for too long, so I’m just going to enter stuff in when I can and avoid making something so simple into such an ordeal. This approach inspired by Rocket Surgery Made Easy!

On with the dream! I have many reoccurring dreams, as does any one else but I am fortunate enough to have a really cool one! In many of my dreams I do this thing called tracking, its something you do in free fall to propel yourself forward. It can be seen in many BASE jumping videos; with your legs spread, hands to your side, body arched with your head looking down, and some serious skill you can actually fly your body. Though I think wingsuiting is cool, tracking is way cooler! Nothing is more profound than flying with your body like that! In some videos skilled trackers can almost match the glide of wingsuiters! In my dreams I am often a tracking bad ass… If I were to ¬†trip on a steep mountain slope. No prob! I’ll just do some proximity tracking until I land in a lake down below. ¬† Very dream like, but very cool. My dream last night was a hoot, first lets set the scene. I was coming out of my high school(which was ran by my current college staff of course) to get something from my car. As a paraglider pilot(in real life)I am always monitoring the environment and seeing how air is acting, I’m looking for lift mostly. I realized in my dream that the parking lot was freaking on right then and with no hesitation dove into it assuming the position to track. It worked and I has so much fun! It was of course silly but none the less I felt like I was coring thermals with just my body and the feeling was warm and magical. I hope to track again tonight when I fall asleep!


Night hike

So I have not been on a good sleep schedule, I’ll say that right off the bat. Ever since I stayed up to do a late night float in a sensory deprivation tank(awesome!) my nights have consisted of me laying in bed too tired to do any thing but not tired enough to sleep. Tonight I said to my self,”what the heck I’ll do something with my night” and so I did. No more than 5 minutes from my house is Cape Horn, a series of rather monumental cliffs that tower over the Columbia River Gorge. With a fresh playlist on my phone and some warm clothes I took off to go have a peaceful night alone there. Most people hear Cape Horn and think of the “terrifying” stretch of highway 14 that runs across its cliff face but up above lays a less known and very beautiful area; its a place of wonder to me… the view is powerful and awe inspiring, to top it off my friends have stories of jumping off here, ice climbing up it, and many other inspiring things I dream and plan to one day do. So for hours tonight I simply relaxed there, sorted my thoughts, and hummed some tunes as I wandered along whichever trails I so desired. Before leaving I took some time to lay in an open area and watch the clouds shoot by, they were no more than 50 feet above me and in between each one I could see a beautiful starry sky. About now I am warm in my bed, happy and ready to sleep. I had an amazing night.