I’m saying it again. tomorrow I leave. I am excited to go. this time around I am not at all sad to leave. I am anxious to get back to the land of the free, the home of the brave. excited to have my moose in my truck, excited to be free to roam. I am insanely homesick for montana, for freedom of the hills and the open road, really. it’s incredibly easy to leave when I know the summer that’s a head and the life of a vagabond. and I also know I will be back here so shortly. I am sick and tired of all these rules. I want to break them all just out of spite. I need to leave to breathe.

let’s face it. no matter how I try look at it, life in finland is kinda lame. it has it’s highlights. but rad is not a lifestyle here. it’s a rare occasion and I try to always make the best of it and enjoy those moments. but in montana, awesome is everyday. not to put down finland too much, but finland simply lacks the terrain to be awesome.

I did a through hike the other day. something like 12 miler took me 4 hours. the trail was rocky and hard to get moving on and I generally seem to hike faster in the US even though I might be climbing up. the thought that occurred to me the most about that hike was that it was kinda pointless. I mean it’s cool if you wanna take a 12 mile walk in a thick forest, yea, but it’s like the seriously long part of the hike before you emerge to an alpine lake or get a view of the peaks. but this one, you never really merge out of the forest until the trail end at a town. just swamps and forest, few little lakes. forest, forest, forest. thick damn forest too. nothing to see here but miles and miles of, well, trees.

my life is way cooler than your vacation.