Tonasket

Day two has gotten me all the way to tonasket. Knees ache and all of that, but I just got rid of ten pounds of dead weight that was unnessary. I have a long climb ahead of me today but thought that I would pick up where I left off on the story.

"Levi is a dramatic hard headed gangster, who seemed to be on top of his game all the time, or at least likes to appear so. He went to school in portland for a degree in anthropology where he picked up habits of studying hard and playing hard. Estes has always looked up to this brother through all of the fights and faults that humans seem to accumulate. As young brothers Levi, Russel, and Estes felt strong connections and thought nothing would ever change.

Estes had trouble leaving austin, battling with his own habitual cycles but finally made it out to pursue a degree in visual arts, though he had not yet decided on this, it was ingrained into his future. Her tried science classes for a while before realizing the allure of the mighty paintbrush. Once fondling his way into a class which incubated his lust for art once more, he became a maniacal lust for more and more painting all of the time. Now a constant, a month, week, day, or minute without at least some sort of creation is one wasted.

He began to be enthralled in the early stages of post traumatic stress disorder, for no apparent reason at all, until he met a sweet little midwestern girl. Shea is a cute woman with aspirations of saving the world, through the use of environmental law. This was not always the case, her dabbling in various other sciences, but by her junior year she had figured out that was the best way to help out. She wears her dark brow hair up and sometimes down, framing her beautiful almost cherubic face with eyes that penetrate even the darkest of days. She helped combat the addictive personality of Estes and was able to lead him in the direction of his passions as a more constructive and beautiful way of dealing with the world.

As his schooling progressively became more and more interesting, Estes began planning an even more ingenious mission: A journey across the states to New York City where he would meet up with old friend Oliver and see all the art he must now compete with on his quest. With the bee in his bonnet, Estes planned and planned for an entire year the physicality of this trip; prepping all the necessary gear and riding his bike on an obsessive daily basis. But it is the emotional angst that such a journey causes on its maker that cannot really be planned for.

Of course this is part of the entire adventure. Forgetting what once was and instead facing forward and trying to figure out what is next.
"What this world holds is great," remarks Estes. He sometimes speaks to himself in an effort to combat the loneliness of the road and his nervousness about being out there, being alive. Estes, by now, is greaed to the teeth, his bike littered with paintings of life and death that envelope all of his various camping gear. He sleeps in a hammock by nightfall and by day pedals his bike as far as his twenty-one year old sack of bones can admits. While he rides he plays a harmonica tune, dreaming of big things to come.

Yet Estes still thinks of the wonderful people he had the cance to meet in olympia before his departure. Tom and Bon effortlessly faded into his life with the situational bliss of a cold drink on the hottest day of summer. Tom, who stands like a giant, towering over just about everyone he encounters, has a passion for the same type of life as Estes. A passion for the same type of life Estes longs for. One full of creative endeavors, big cones, the occasional nightcap, bicycles, tonka trucks and musical harmony."

I have much more to type out but the library I'm in has a thirty minute limit and I'm already over it. Bleh