Who thought this was a good idea?
There's next to no chemistry. The plot is riddled with holes and contrivances.
The only thing that tries to pull it together is the supporting cast.
It's a movie about a romance that is doomed. Great first date material. Thanks John Belushi for probably not getting me laid.
Romain has published another video. This video starts at the Mirador and shows the trail going north.
There are multiple other parts to this video that will be released in the near future.
The purpose of the video is to allow everybody to see and review the trail beyond the Mirador in 4K resolution.
The videos contain the original sound. All people encountered are blurred and all conversation is muted. No information about those people will be given.
Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHy92eZ6Xqc
Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izkc6K4zZ_Y
Part 3: coming soon
I've heard people refer to those two as schools of thought broadly, but others that state it's not a useful distinction to make. As somebody who doesn't know much about philosophy, I associate the first with the more 'literary' writers (Nietzsche, Camus, etc.) and the latter with more 'mathematical' ones (Russell, Carnap, etc.), but I can see that sort of distinction falling apart quickly. So what, if anything, distinguishes the two and is it a classification that is usually made in philosophy? Thanks!
Hi! I'm Quadzilla. My hiking background:
- 2016 Thru hiked the Appalachian Trail, 2189 miles from Georgia to Maine, here's a video I made about that trip: YouTube link
- 2018 I rode a bicycle from Mexico to Canada, along the Arizona Trail and Pacific Coast Highway about 2,500 miles then turned around and hiked the CDT back from Canada to Mexico. My hike was cut short about 1,900 miles in when I contracted Giardia. Here's videos of the bike trip: YouTube Link
- 2021 I started a southbound PCT thru-hike, finished Washington then fire closures hit. So I hiked the Oregon Coast trail, Colorado trail, and Continental Divide Trail in NM to finish my CDT. All told about 2,100 miles, two days later I ran a 106 mile ultramarathon and won it! Beat second place by almost 2 hours.
Some other random things I've done:
- US Army Infantryman
- Hiked part of the AZT in 2020 before Covid hit.
- Ran the rim to rim to rim in the Grand Canyon twice now, running from the south rim to the north rim and back in one day.
- Worked 2020 as a crew member on Sawtooth Hotshots fighting wildfires. Made a documentary about that experience: YouTube Link
I'll be hiking to raise support and awareness for two wildfire causes. Grassroots Wildland Firefighters, an organization helping to push for better pay and benefits commiserate to the risk and stress involved in wildland firefighting. And Veteran's in Fire, an organization that helps veterans find jobs within wildland fire.
Minute long trailer talking about the Calendar Year Triple Crown: YouTube Link
My IG with lots of photos from my hikes and wildland fire work: https://instagram.com/quadzillahikes
Proof: https://imgur.com/a/2PW85Id
Ask away! I'll be essentially living in the woods for most of 2022.
Before my grandfather passed away he told me a story about a cousin and his Harley. He wanted me to get the information out to the world as he couldn't find a magazine who didn't require the information to be submitted electronically, he felt that motorcycle enthusiasts may find the story interesting. So here is his story for all of you to read.
In 1945 our cousin, 2nd Lt. Warren A Scranton of the United States Army Air Corps took off on his old trusty 1932 Harley 74 Flathead, riding from Long Island, New York to Portland, Oregon and down to Los Angeles, California. Upon reaching LA, Scranton traded in his 1932 74 Flathead for a beautiful white and blue 1946 74 Flathead. Scranton loaded up his new motorcycle and headed North, his goal to reach Fairbanks, Alaska.
In the month of August he made it 1522 miles, stopping in Portland, Oregon, Edmonton, Canada, Dawson Creek, Canada and White Horse, Canada. On August 6, 1946 Scranton was given permission by the Traffic Control Board at Edmonton to travel on the Alaska Military Highway. On August 9, 1946 Scranton set out to drive the Alaskan Military Highway and crossing the continental divide. According to the Traffic Control Board, no other motorcycle had crossed at that time.
During his time in Fairbanks one other motorcycle crossed and was there for 2 weeks.
I am not sure why this story was so important for him to get out, but now it is out there. I have included a link for photos of a letter from Scranton and photos from his trip. I hope someone finds interest in this. Thank you for reading and making my grandfather's wish come true.
https://imgur.com/a/0xmthkc
Can anyone point me to a GPS file of the continental divide (watershed divide) in Canada and/or South America similar to the file shown in this photo showing the continental divide in the USA?
https://preview.redd.it/1bui7zw1qxa81.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f89a827f92c5f0a3b9ba1626feddf217fcacc541
Deadman Peaks Backbone 100. 106 miler in Cuba, NM Nov 6.
I've always been curious to see how a ultra would go after a thru-hike and the Deadman Peaks race lined up really well with the end of my SOBO CDT thru-hike.
The plan was to finish 7-10 days prior to the race. Rest, eat, run. Well. I ended up hiking with an awesome trail family. Took a buncha zeroes in NM. Had a fantastic time in Silver City, 4 days of non-stop drinking which culminated in a crazy halloween party where our gang of 15+ hikers got cut off at the bar before 11pm lmao.
Ended up finishing the CDT on Thursday Nov 4. We pushed about 160 miles from Silver City to the border in 4 days and 6 hours. Crushed a watermelon with my thighs at the border because that was a running joke since my trail name is Quadzilla. Dinner that night was a giant plate of loaded carne asada fries from a greasy Mexican joint in Lordsburg, NM.
Not at all ideal to have moved 160 miles in the week leading up to a race. Even worse my sleep and nutrition were fucked. Basically just backpacking food- subsisted on a 3lb bag of sour patch kids the last night/day on trail because I ran out of all my other food. Friday meals: eggs and veggies for breakfast(pretty amazing), can of chili and pinto beans for lunch because I was stuck at the house with no vehicle and didn't feel like walking, a Blake's lottaburger fries and a milkshake before I boarded a single prop 8 passenger plane to ABQ. Then a burrito as my friend drove me to Cuba NM from ABQ.
Wednesday night we hiked until 1am to push miles due to a long stretch without good water. Woke up at 7am the next morning with the sunrise. Thursday I slept okay but fitfully from all the excitement. Friday night I made the mistake of setting up my tent next to the start/finish and couldn't fall asleep due to the generator and general nerves and also the cold. Wore every layer I had huddled in my sleeping bag trying to stay warm. Did that fitful sleep where you're never really quite asleep. Woke up at 4am with diarrhea caused by the burrito because my body had lost its tolerance for spicy food. Then laid in my tent until around 5 and started getting ready for the race so I was decently sleep deprived going in.
I really had no idea how this would go. The only real run I'd done in the last year was a random marathon I ran on Sunday, Oct 31 because I figured I should get a run in with all the zeroes we were taking. Well that took 5 hours and felt terrible and I was sore until
... keep reading on reddit ➡This was the last major Belushi flick on my to-watch list. If you liked Northern Exposure (which I did, immensely), you will love this movie. It was clearly an inspiration, though instead of being a New Yorker in Alaska, it was a Chicagoan in Wyoming. I especially appreciated that, despite being a romance movie, this one avoided a lot of the tropes and melodrama which makes most romcoms so grating. There was a genuine warmth and niceness to it, and Belushi/Brown had great chemistry.
And once again, loved the ending.
So, I was camping up in the Colorado mountains before a show in 2019. I was listening to the Dead, and a song came on that perfectly matched my situation. The lyrics, I can barely remember now, was Jerry singing about a cool wind blowing across the continental divide. I cannot for the life of me figure out what this song is. Can someone please help?
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