let's be honest. adventuring is the fucking best and you know it.
we can all pretend that tv, dry feet, food and the internet is where it's at but really, underneath it all, we just want to be face painted mad men running through the forest with home made spears and a wholelotta reckless abandon.
i remember being a little baby shit head and playing in the forest FOR HOURS. i remember spending whole days waist deep in boggy ponds catching frogs. afternoons building blinds and having wild dreams of them one day being overgrown caves that i could live in. seriously magical shit.
i've decided that i would like more of that and less of that other stuff (like, come on -- who needs food OR the internet -- BO-RING)... anyways at the moment my adventuring has been confined to the ol' concrete jungle but hey - you gotta start somewhere... but i just found face paints in my bathroom so shits gunna get wild p-r-e-t-t-y soon.
enjoy some pictures of a recent day to night adventuring, in the exotic region of hastings sunrise.