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Hammock on the Outer Banks tonight

It’s summertime in the Outer Banks. Finally a couple days to rest between shows. My porch hammock is rocking just barely enough to feel. Sticky salt-air clamming my clothes reminds me that the night is thick with adventure somewhere out there. The distant sound of 1 a.m. fireworks out on the beach dunes confirms it....But my day is disappearing into a strange dream. Every place has its own strange dream, tonight this long thin sand peninsula is reaching out into the Atlantic Ocean, fishing for a dream to take me from this netted porch and into some desolate paradise wonderland. I hope I remember it. Who knows what continents in the mind have been dreamt, discovered, and lost to daylight. I woke up from a dream. Suddenly I was back in my hammock on the porch. It had been swinging so wildly that it was circling around house. It swung way out over the yard like a Chair-O-Planes carnival ride. The rope should’ve wound itself around the whole house but instead it grew longer and spun faster until I realized—I’m still inside my dream! At that moment the rope vanished and I was flying in a hammock like a magic carpet over Duck, North Carolina.

July 12th, 2018|

…I pulled two drowning girls from the water.

Yesterday I pulled two drowning girls from the water. I don’t know their names. It all happened fast. I was strolling over a rocky point at a hidden beach along the Great Ocean Road in Australia, when I noticed a lot of people on the beach waving their hands above their heads. Some of them seemed to be looking at me. I walked faster toward them. Read More...

January 28th, 2018|

NATE: Off the Trail on Kauai Cliffs

Nate jumped the fence to get a better look at the place where we decided to GO FOR IT and create the Wheeland Brothers band, Kalalau Valley on Kauai. Years ago we hiked 11 miles into this valley to camp on the beach and it changed our lives forever.

January 9th, 2018|

Freedom Camping at the Hideaway Hut

At night we lit a beachfire under the hut and jammed on the acoustic guitar and ukulele. The stars were clearer than normal. And the moon was a crooked smile in the sky, falling into deepening gold as it set on the horizon. Read More...

October 25th, 2017|