Wanders with Josh

Author: Josh

  • Tangboche Monastery

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    My breath plumes from my sleeping bag in the dim 6am light. My legs are a little sweaty, my chest is warm, my nose and the tips of my ears are cold. This is how it goes each morning here, dreading the moment I have to unzip my sleeping bag. At first, I’d do it…

  • The Climb To Namche Bazaar

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    When I was young, I was raised on a billionaire’s farm, which was only really called a farm for tax purposes. Most farms don’t have driving ranges, stocked lakes, multiple hot tubs, an arboretum, or a waterfall. My grandfather was the horse trainer and my grandmother did odds and ends around the mansion house. When…

  • Travels to Kathmandu

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      I landed in Kathmandu on March 3rd after a long flight from Seattle. The flight was as pleasant as a flight that long can be (12 hours for the first leg, 7 for the second). My seatmates for the long stretch were a rotund couple who seemed like soul mates—they complained about everything in…

  • In Lieu of My Absence

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    Dedicated to Anthony DeAngelo and his husband Wes, thanks for checking up on me. “Our Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and…

  • Perpetually Leaving

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           Flies are dancing around the coffee shop in twirls and spins as I sip a lavender mocha, overpriced but enjoyable. In one week, I’ll catch a one-way flight to Iceland, from there to Paris, where I’ll tramp my way to Croatia hunting for the cure to a quarter-life crisis. The coffee shop…

  • The Deer

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      (Writer’s Note: this is not a eulogy, even though it should be. I’m sorry for that, Sam)   Up high along the peaks of the Smokies where Tennessee and North Carolina meet I met a deer. I was hiking because I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I had lost a friend,…

  • Catalina

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    The ocean never stops. That’s why I get seasickness so bad, but I also think that’s why I like it. The tide goes in and out, wave lapping upon wave, carrying the sand out and placing it gently down in a new place. However, despite constant motion, things stay, ultimately, the same. …   J-Dawgs,…

  • Izzy in Ireland

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      On my first night in London, I roomed with three girls from California. I was exhausted from the day of long flights and near-missed layovers, but I clung to those girls like a lost child to a helpful adult. Hanging with them got me into this group of thirteen travelers that night who set…