BajaNomad - ADVENTUERS WHERE ARE YOU?

ADVENTUERS WHERE ARE YOU?

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mcfez - 9-23-2010 at 06:04 PM

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Originally posted by Skeet/Loreto
Mcfez:

Thank You> I have respect for you. Why??

Because you gave us an idea of what you have done with your life and Why.

Is it not a Shame theat more of our Posters would come Clean with their Background and experince and tell us what they have done and doing.

Now for a religious thing: The Prayer of Jabez

Thanks.
Now....instead of a journey for the young ones...how bout for the ones who at 50ish "clicked" and said......it's Lewis and Clark time for me".....

I've done traveling. Lots of traveling. Here and there and over there! It was always the concrete jungle that we explore. Then one day I was talking with someone about the old T V shows...I remember a TV show I used to run home from school to watch (in the late 50's) The Flying Fishermans Club. Hosted by Roscoe Vernon Gaddis, his picture below . They flew out of town to fish from Baja (Cape area I think) to everywhere....and watching that primitive camping n fishing show was damn exciting!

Been ten years now since that conversation I had with my friend, settled in Baja with a house and am still exploring here and there and over there!

Anyone here see The Flying Fishermans Club?

ffc.jpg - 28kB

RedondoGolfer - 9-23-2010 at 07:21 PM

MtGoat, The Golden Goat is a part of the monomyth of the type described by Joseph Campbell in his seminal work "The Hero with a Thousand Faces", ergo, a hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with power beyond that which have occurred had he had avoided the journey. The Golden Goat in this case is a universal expression of having gone there, seen it (whatever it is for the individual), and returned. The French Provence for example in relatively recent times would speak of the golden goat (Cabro d'Or) that was sometimes glimpsed for a moment in the far distance, but never entirely possessed but if one could, all other things were made possible, or statues of the golden goat as sacred objects in the Greek Islands from their own golden age, or the Nahinni Indians of the NWT I once lived among, and in that culture those most honored and held above were said to have seen the Golden Goat and were never more entirely of this world (alone). In Polynesian cultures it might not be a golden goat, it might be a whale rider, but they are all part of a universal mind (not in the wooo woo sense, but of common expressions of some universal types, or monomyths)

In the context of the conversation I was a part of, there is a quest in three parts, separation, initiation, and return. Cutting across many cultures, and distances common themes reoccur in the grand form of Prometheus, Moses, Jesus, etc. For a common man to seek adventure for it's own purposes, the motivation is perhaps selfish but I would argue is a rather universal or instinctual drive to differentiate and self-identify as a higher expression of their consciousness(sometimes in moments like this I wonder about the universality but Campbell is brighter than I).

The pivot point of my part of the discussion then is a the challenge: is the great universal theme of quest,dead? Has modernity killed the monomyth or has it found new expressions?

It is unlikely I would be unable to unpack all of your other questions or opinions except to say when you have seen the Golden Goat the answers to all your questions will be revealed.

DENNIS - 9-23-2010 at 07:31 PM

Oh my...MtGoat and Joseph Campbell mentioned in the same post. I'm biliously impressed. :lol:

motoged - 9-23-2010 at 11:42 PM

Skeet,
I have given you a hard time for your racist and otherwise bigoted comments a few times on this list...and will stand by that.

I have said that reading your posts is sometimes like reading a Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap bottle (some other old hippies will know what I mean:biggrin

But this rant has slowly made a bit of sense to me, with the comments offered by some others.

I hear an elder reviewing his life, lamenting the loss of youth and reveling in the glorious memories of your adventurous spirit AND ACTIONS. My hat is off to you for that, sir....

You and I are cut from different bolts of cloth, but some of the threads are of the same material.

I understand your invitation for a demonstration of folks to step up to the plate and have a good series of swings at that cosmic ball of LIFE (see....I can get into this style, too:lol

This ADVENTUER is here...

I am 59 years old....started my adventuring probably at the age of three when I was riding my tricycle through mud puddles in a small town in Saskatchewan, chewing on my Dad's cigar butts I found in the grass, and trying to do "boy things" ....like getting the trike stuff in two inches of mud....just to get it out of the puddle (that's how and why guys get their trucks stuck at the beach....same thing, bigger toy....that's all)

When my Mom got polio around that time, she disappeared into a hospital for a year and a half....when she came home in a wheelchair we moved to California so she could get the physiotherapy she needed....that was my next big introduction to adventure....sitting in the backseat of the Hudson Hornet with my older brother and younger sister...

I got to live in several places from San Francisco to San Diego for the next few years....I think THAT is when Baja bit me before I could have possibly imagined it.....desert, ocean, Spanish (Mexican) influence on such a subtle level, even my deepest unconscious didn't pick up on some of it.....not because I went to Baja then....but because some wanderlust, borne from tragedy, opened my soul to "what's over there, Dad?"

We returned to Manitoba a few years later and my adventuring consisted of riding bicycle on trails, later canoeing the Lake of the Woods and the Winnipeg River, camping and fishing at our summer cabin we built with the help of an uncle and his helper, Joe Woodhouse (a quiet Indian who kept to himself but had some deep sense of calm that I could not articulate as a twelve year-old....but I get now)

My true adventuring, Skeet, developed when I was about 16....and the awakening at that time led me to the ....now, make sure you are sitting, Skeet....led to the avenue of being a Hippie....as that was the form of breaking away from the dullard robotic doom of normalcy in those days....I was clean, went to college, supported myself by working....but followed the invitation to march to a different drummer...

I just wasn't aware at that time I was looking for a Golden Goat....I thought at that time I was looking for Enlightenment
:lol:

I spent my college summers in Banff (because we all know now that the Golden Goat doesn't live in our neighbourhood....it's down the road)....and found my adventure climbing mountains, dodging moose on foggy passes, discovering spelunking, and also exploring as many of the fleshly pleasures as possible

My adventuring then led me to move to the mountains full time after finishing college so that I could live in the bush (that's what Canadians call the forests:biggrin

, build log houses, hunt, fish, make deerskin clothing, live in a tipi, learn the skills that help to survive, have a trapline, and all that cool kind of stuff.

When that quest ran its course (i.e. I realized that I would make a better living using my brain than my brawn), I left the bushman life after a few years and began the Inner Adventure of learning how to be a Human Being....which, really, is the only WORK to do ('cuz it's a path overrun with Golden Goats).

I have had Navajo Road Men lead me through the vast fields opened by peyote, I have sweated with Shuswap medicine men and have called up my Spirit Bear...I have learned humility at the hands of Mayan brujas, and have stood aside for grizzlies in alpine meadows...I have had Tibetan monks look right through me, and have been struck by Zen masters while sitting zazen...

I have seen the Abyss and some inklings of its great DARKNESS....and it scared the chit outta me....and I know my way back from it...

I have avoided Catholic priests

My Actions of Adventure led me to kayak Isla Espiritu Santu later once my place at THE TROUGH allowed me to take 6 weeks away....and THAT is when my inner BAJA awoke.

My adventure lead me to almost die of dehydration at Bahia de los Muertos due to poor planning, kayak through a pod of what must have been 30-50 dolphins with their cosmic eye searching for my meaning in their world (one of those moments I experienced god as I understand it), to learn that keeping fresh orange juice in a nalgene bottle for two days while camping in the Washington palms just south of Todos Santos is a great way to get the squirts, to discover the heavenly concoction known as FISH TACOS, to discover too many things to really do justice to here at this time....

These days my Baja adventuring is done exploring outback Baja on dirtbikes (a long trip from Canada, eh), seeing Shari giggle like the little girl that is a big part of her when she held up a yellowtail as big as her :cool:

, and by wondering, "What's over there?", and wondering if I will see Timbabichi again by land instead of by kayak (Loreto to La Paz trip....several days at a time on a few coves while the chubascos howled....),

my adventuring is expressed in physical action AND in exploring the INNER ADVENTURE.

So, Skeet, thanks for the question. My adventures are mine....not to compare or contest with others, but to be points from which I may view the Golden Goat.

I have seen the Golden Goat.....and it is I.

[Edited on 9-24-2010 by motoged]

[Edited on 9-24-2010 by motoged]

capt. mike - 9-24-2010 at 05:02 AM

i have smoked the golden goat.....and it was delicious!!!!!! :lol:

Cypress - 9-24-2010 at 05:10 AM

Yea, I once had a goat that was sorta golden, but a wolf ate it.

DENNIS - 9-24-2010 at 05:45 AM

Well said, Sr. Ged.
By the way, I use Dr. Bronner's soap every day. It's like a link to days long gone.

Skeet/Loreto - 9-24-2010 at 07:04 AM

Very well said and finally I can now understand some of your Posts and the reason for their Direction.

One of my difficultys in Life has been in understanding the "If it feels Good , just do it:" and the DRUG culture of the 60's.

Being rasied a Baptist in my early years and seeing the Control the Church had over People was one of the Main reasons I Hopped a Freight and left the Texas Panhandle.

My directions took me to the different Places for adventure which also included the People Adventure,.
sometimes it does appear that our Generation -40's and 5o's were busy struggling to make ends meet that it is hard to blame the next two generations for going astray/

wessongroup - 9-24-2010 at 07:28 AM

The work thing.. aaaahhhh yes.. have said it before, but my Dad worked two jobs most all of his life.. had to.. didn't have anything..

He built the house we lived in also, while working two jobs.. he did it with the help on my mothers father, who also lived with us, along with my mothers brother..

They too had lost everything in the depression, and my Grandfather, had been injured in the First World War, along with a back injury from riding an old Harley Davidson that he went down on near Page AZ way back in 34... said he left it in the road (said that was going to be the last time it ground him into the dirt an rocks of the roads in AZ at the time.... and never road a motor cycle... again.. and was his advice to me, in 1964 when I bought a new 650 Triumph due to my love of riding motorcycles ... my life was saved, someone stole it and I did not have insurance on it... and did not get another "street" bike again... went to dirt.. in the late 60's ... VW's.. and bikes.. liked the bikes the best..

Always said I would never work as hard as my Dad... but, ended up doing much the same...

Glad I'm retired now.. it was a bit hard when it all stopped.. but, have learned how to keep pretty busy.. that was required around our house.. one thing you NEVER wanted to say around my Dad.. I'm bored.. you would have a paint brush in your had.. a lawn mower.. something to fix and/or repair.. trash to pick up... NEVER say something like that, as there was always something to do... always.. much as today...

[Edited on 9-24-2010 by wessongroup]

Skeet/Loreto - 9-24-2010 at 08:04 AM

Motoged:\There is a News story today about a Heckler and the New Jersey Governor which is interesting and it i reported that the feedback is showing that people are getting fed up with the shouring down Tactics of some groups.

Seems like it carries over to the Nomads sometimes, just in writting.

Call someone a Racist, use the words Slaughtered the Indians, in other words "Trying to avoid the Question and the Subject because you do not know???

shari - 9-24-2010 at 08:30 AM

Holy Goat...this thread is evolving into something wonderful. I really enjoyed Sr.Ged's ride down the yellow brick road...it's neat to gain some insight into our nomad brethern...glimpse into their souls, ride on the back of their bike for a bit...thanks for the ride Motog....look forward to hangin with ya again.

David K - 9-24-2010 at 08:48 AM

Nice post Ged!

mcfez - 9-24-2010 at 10:22 AM

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Originally posted by Skeet/Loreto
Motoged:\There is a News story today about a Heckler and the New Jersey Governor which is interesting and it i reported that the feedback is showing that people are getting fed up with the shouring down Tactics of some groups.

Seems like it carries over to the Nomads sometimes, just in writting.

Call someone a Racist, use the words Slaughtered the Indians, in other words "Trying to avoid the Question and the Subject because you do not know???

Yeah...that heckler called the future (?) Madam Governor of California " she's a Arnold Schwarzenegger in a dress"..... I thought was was funny as hell! Good clip of that scene on the web......but again...the name calling from the heckler got him no respect. Delete the name calling and maybe the guy could had said something that gave back an answer.

motoged......great story. We need to hear more positive stuff as yours ...on this forum.

motoged - 9-24-2010 at 10:26 AM

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Originally posted by mcfez
motoged......great story. We need to hear more positive stuff as yours ...on this forum.

I can do that....;it just takes a moment or two to get off my high horse at times :biggrin:

RedondoGolfer - 9-24-2010 at 04:42 PM

I also enjoyed the stories the guys told. Felt like sitting around the fire with a good crew swapping tales of the different paths that got us to this place.

Shari I looked all through your website. Beautiful pictures, very appealing narrative about the place. Makes a person want to check it out as well as the people who are a part of it. I'll bet people leave your place with a lot of memories.

Skeet yelling PC stuff like "racist" is sometimes the mark of a scoundrel. We've raised a generation of people who don't know very much but are not shy about having their PC antennae turned full on and seeking every opportunity to declare this most vile of human traits on one and all. An effective tactic at squelching a conversation they might not have the bandwidth to comprehend. Makes actual racism get lost in the clutter.

Skeet/Loreto - 9-25-2010 at 10:17 AM

there is a whole lot of Good Folks around even if most of them are in Church on Sunday.

One of the First things i do when I get to Loreto is go into the Old Mission and say a Prayer for all the People, Have been doing that for many years.

Part of being a new Adventuer in Baj Sur is to check out the Old Missons, learn their Stories then pass it on to your friends and Kids in the States, same with the Fishing, the Birds.

Golfer I did not yell Racist that was yelled at me. I would never call anyone aa Racist as I cannot read their Minds to know"If they are obsessed in their Thinking with the past and ignoring the Future"

Comon Adventuers Where Are You?

Here's my contribution to the 'youthful' thread

Ken Cooke - 9-26-2010 at 12:07 AM

Here's to adventure south of the border! :bounce:

I started traveling to Baja in my baby stroller, and with friends in 1990. Baja at the time was Tijuana to Ensenada. After purchasing a 4x4 Ford Ranger in 1996, I built it with Rancho parts and began exploring...ending up as far south as San Jose del Cabo, and as far north as Toronto, Ont.

I'm not as young as I used to be, but I'm not losing teeth yet, either. Here's to traveling beyond our southern border! :bounce:

Baja Pole Line Road!

Street people of Barranquilla

Visiting my friend Maria in her miniature apartment - Barranquilla

BAD INFLUENCE! David K introducing me to Shell Island, 2001. :bounce:

Tony and I

Tony and I (years before) at CECUT

...back to Colombia

...playing pool with Jeezy Smith Flow

Exploring Bogota :yes:

Two Colombian Superstars (appearing in Bogota)

Su desayuno...huevos a perico...a la orden...

Plaza Salitre - Bogota

An inspiring scupture - Parque Nacional, Bogotá

The hustle and bustle of Bogotá

[Edited on 9-26-2010 by Ken Cooke]

Skeet/Loreto - 9-26-2010 at 06:54 AM

Great Phots Ken.
Figured from the start that you are not finished with your Adventures. Keep us Posted.

Skeet

I started traveling to Baja in my baby stroller

mcfez - 9-26-2010 at 07:04 AM

Thats a great eye catching starter of a story! Thanks for those pictures.

I get a little stupid at times......well... a lot of times(!)....who is Jeezy Smith Flow? Athletic?

This kid gets around.

Ken Cooke - 9-26-2010 at 12:56 PM

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Originally posted by mcfez
who is Jeezy Smith Flow? Athletic?

Jeezy Smith Flow is a Cuban who immigrated to Colombia that I met in Barranquilla who ran an Internet Cafe and used to Rap. He travels all over Northern Colombia, and he posted some great photos of his region on Facebook.

Semana Santa - Santa Marta del Rodadero, Colombia

Parque Tayrona (north of Santa Marta, Colombia)

wessongroup - 9-26-2010 at 02:19 PM

Thanks for sharing...

Ken Cooke - 9-26-2010 at 02:26 PM

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Originally posted by wessongroup
Thanks for sharing...

Most of the people I talk to in their late 20s/and 30s all talk about Costa Rica, but I have heard both good and bad. Beaches overrun by Americans, Hawaii in Central America, etc. Kind of like San Felipe's image in the 90s. Panama gets lots of American tourists, too. I always talk to lots of Americans on my way back from Colombia since Panama City is the hub for COPA Airlines. One of these days, I would like to see Panama, but for now I'm more interested in the liveliness/music/culture of Colombia and the 4x4 fun found in Baja.

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