Cohutta Wilderness, Jacks River Falls, GA
A 5 Point Guide On How To Summer:
1) Beat The Heat! Whether you gotta rise before the sun to bake up some breakfast, hop in that sparkling creek full of cold mountain water, or take refuge in the shade of some tall Georgia pines find a way to escape the sweltering southern sun.
2) Get Lost! It’s not officially summer until you lose your way on the trail or in a park or on a back road somewhere. Summer is freedom and that means going where you’ve never been, seeing something you’ve never seen, and maybe even forgetting how to get back to where you came from.
3) Get Smelly! Summer isn’t the time for smelling like a bunch of flowers! Save that shit for spring. Summer means heat and heat means sweaty body odor. Let your BO be a testament to the miles hiked, the mountains climbed, and the rivers waded.
4) Stay Hydrated! Dip a cup in the stream, take an extra swig of water before you sip that whisky. Take a few gulps of water for every beer you chug. If you’re doing summer right you will have marked out point 3 on the guide and made sure you sweated out a nice stench. Replace those lost liquids a replenish your energy!
5) Feel Free! Summer isn’t a season its a feeling! Roll down your windows and feel the breeze, climb a tree and scrape up your knees, take spontaneous adventures while your days are free, lay down and look up at the clouds, get some bug bites and some poison ivy, feel the freedom of a kid during recess again.
Cartersville, Ga, Head Quarters
Most recently The Adventure Team has partnered with PlayinFourKeeps Records and acquired a new member and known Atlanta rapper Wara From The NBHD. His manager, Larry otherwise and better known as The Snack Doctor, was previously established as a permanent member of The Adventure Team while chasing storms through the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina (see previous post on Black Balsam Knob). The partnership blossomed over a day of hiking, rock climbing, feasting on soul food, and moseying lazily down the river on kayaks. Although they are just a couple tender footed city slickers the boys at PFK are certified adventurers. When they aren’t running with the wolves they can be found in the city hard at work pouring hours into their craft and the results show it. Not only are these guys good with music but they make sure everything involved is equally great. Every song is like a book on audio telling a story, every music video appearing to be a movie in itself even if the audio was taken out. Hell even the PFK gear (seen in photos) seems more like a brand in itself than promotion for the music. If you haven’t heard of them yet then check them out and join the crowd in anticipation for Wara’s LP dropping the 12th of August. And look forward to more PFK Adventure Team trips coming up.
Charlie’s Bunion, Appalachian Trail, TN
As the thunder cracked and echoed across the ridges we knew there was only a few minutes left before the heart of the storm would be upon us. We had already spent the better part of the day up on the bald, 5 hours or so, but I found it difficult to pull myself away and head back to camp. There’s something religious about seeing the sky and the earth collide like that. Smelling the change in the air as the storm arrives, feeling a steep drop in the temperature as the cold wind whips around sounding like a freight train passing by, witnessing the power of the storm as it weaves the clouds through the peaks of each mountain and then throws them down into the valleys, the colors of a sunset dancing across the sky behind all of this. In a moment like that you feel insignificant to the power surrounding you but you feel blessed to be part of such a system. You stop to thank god for the simple things like a rock to sit on, a flat place on the ground to lay, a cloud giving you shade, a friendly bird that flutters by, the silence that comes with being miles away and spending time alone, or maybe the joy of a small conversation and the company of a good friend. Moments like these are meant to be cherished. Moments that instead of causing you to lose track of time they cause you to lose the concept of time, content with the moment lasting forever. Eventually though the clouds engulfed us and seeing nothing but white we were forced to head back to camp. Enriched with another mountain top experience and tired from a day of hiking it wasn’t long before the rain put us to sleep.
Black Balsam Knob, North Carolina
It was 6 am as we all stood on top of the mountains and watched the dark grey clouds billow out for miles and miles. We could see the storm growing closer and closer as everything became tinted with a dark blue and washed over with grey. The bitter wind was whipping around us as we all took shelter behind a rock jutting out from the mountainside. We could see the storm blowing overhead just a few feet from us; if I jumped my head would literally be in the clouds. The morning was engulfed in a darkness that caused all of the colors to become vibrant. The green grasses in the fields had a neon glow to them, the shades of blue on the mountainsides created an indigo color wheel, the dirt became a bright reddish brown, and the rising sun created a pink accent across the sky in the distance. Just hours before 7 of us piled into my truck and left the comfort of the city for this cold and stormy morning in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Sometimes nature can really knock you on your ass and remind you just how amazing and powerful she is. However as we all sat there hiding from the cold sharing blankets, blunts, and laughs I realized that we couldn’t have made a better decision than to chase the storm.
New Orleans, LA
A place that will knock you the fuck out but then pick you right back up the next day. There is something special about that. New Orleans is a hell of a place and every visit you can find something refreshing about the city you didn’t know before. Also I would not recommend getting insanely drunk with your sister on Bourbon Street because shit just gets weird.
Bronze Boys, The Keys/Miami, Florida
Of course the beach is beautiful but whatever everyone knows that’s not what it’s really about. For us, the true American role models we are, we visit the beach to slam beers, cheap vodka, babes, weights, and tanning competitions. Jackson once won a tanning competition against an indigenous Australian aborigine tribe but that was in the 2nd grade before he went into the Major League Tanning competitions and started counting his W’s. Keep an eye out for us competing in the Bronze Olympic Duals this summer and I’ll also be competing solo for the Most Improved Tan Line of the Year Award.
Solo mission to Portland, Oregon
Went out to Portland for a long weekend trip. Embarked on way too much walking for wild foods and encounters with some incredibly friendly bums. But bums aside this town has a lot to be proud of. Portland has a sense of character and pride which many cities (ATLANTA) do not have. Shout out to Rose City for the times.
*sidenote* Portland has cute little whimsical mail ladies who aren’t a day over 30 which might be coolest shit ever.
A short video from a day spent in the woods
song: Ol’ Blue- Willie Nelson
Young deer spotted on Red Top Mountain in Georgia
A little less colorful yet just as beautiful look at Big Sky sunsets