Camping and Tents

This amusing post was written by a gentleman who couldn´t be more opposite to us hobos. Very entertaining ; – ) .


Camping. The world’s most confusing hobby.

It makes about as much sense as fertilizing a lawn that you have to mow twice a week. Humans have spent hundreds of thousands of years solving the challenges of nature. We live in houses that maintain a stable temperature, supply clean water on demand, carry human waste out through a magic network of pipes, rain water is deflected by advanced roofing systems, beds adjust to our individual preference of firmness, and if we want to experience nature or community then we pull out some technology and surf the vast world of the internet. Dogs live better in these modern times than cavemen ever thought about. Yet here, in the pinnacle of this accomplishment, is a growing culture of people who yearn to eat reheated trail food and shit in the woods. I don’t have that burning desire.

Deep down in my soul, I…

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The Homeless: To Hell With Them

“May your life be as pleasant as you are” is all I could say to this gentleman, who seems to have so much hatred inside of him, especially towards the homeless. Hate is very much like airborne illness; it easily spreads from one person to the next. However, unlike the flu, hate is a choice.

The intersection that I call home

“The intersection I call home” is an amazing post about making a home when living outside. Enjoy!



Note: this post began as a commissioned 600-word essay for the September issue of the United Church Observer magazine and is immeasurably better for the edits by both managing editor Jocelyn Bell and editorial intern Elena Gritzan; I thank them—for the opportunity to reach a larger audience, as well as their editorial judgement; flaws will indicate where I have ignored them. I would also like to thank Trinity United’s Doug Jameson, who was probably right when he suggested that I needed an attitude adjustment regarding everything north and east of the Fairview neighbourhood.

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As a long-term homeless person, I now have a much greater understanding and appreciation of home than I ever did when I had a ceiling over my head and four rooms to myself. This is less ironic than it sounds. Before, I simply had no good reason to think critically about what “home” meant.

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When you think you´ve heard it all…


I like the Springs. Beautiful mountains that can be seen from pretty much anywhere, feels like a city and mountain town at the same time, and lots and lots of great hobo parking. Well, I guess shit happens everywhere. As a result of the city´s decision to ban urban camping while leaving the issue of lacking homeless shelter beds unaddressed, more and more homeless individuals are forced in to the inhospitable and dangerous parts of the city. The following excerpt illustrates the violence that is erupting on the streets and details the story of a homeless woman who suffered through unimaginable torture.

A homeless woman was thrown from a ledge and repeatedly raped for days at the spot where she landed beneath the Cimarron Street bridge – unable to escape because her legs were paralyzed, Colorado Springs police say.

The torture ended when a passerby found her May 2 lying beneath the bridge south of America the Beautiful Park, court documents unsealed this week show.

The assault comes at a time when homeless people are left with little choice but to risk their safety and live outside, because too few shelter beds exist in El Paso County, homeless advocates say.

That reality has exposed one of the region’s most vulnerable populations to theft and violence, especially women.

“It’s the worst part of not having enough shelter space,” said Shawna Kemppainen, executive director of the Urban Peak youth shelter, which is often at or near capacity.

For the woman found beneath Cimarron Street, living on the streets nearly turned deadly.

See full article here.


Home is where the heart is…

Nicely put! A quick read to get your mood up.


‘Don’t you get lonely travelling yourself?’

How can one get lonely when the understanding is held that every being on this planet is family?

Home is where the heart is so connect with it.

All is one. One is all.


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Violin Werewolf

Good read. No lies, no beautification, just the way it is. “The world deems a lot to be trash. Some edible, some still breathing.”


I’m walking beneath an overpass in Austin and at my feet lies a homeless man. He’s in a sleeping bag, pen in hand, scrawling nonsense in a notebook. I’ve seen him every day of this music fest, always in the same spot, always asleep or scribbling. For all I know he’s legless, masturbating, or even a mermaid — he never leaves the bag. At times he gesticulates to an entity only he can see. At others he convulses like a caterpillar caged in its cocoon. He’s often on the sidewalk’s edge, off the road, where the underpass inclines to interstate. Though he lies in something soft, pillars and cement make this man’s home.

Myself and thousands more pass this sight each day. We’re drunk, having fun, trying to fuck. We step around him like a dog shit diaper left unfurled. He acts as an unpleasant reminder that from excess comes waste — detritus best left in the hands of another. But there is…

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Desolation’s Wonder

Just a really great post about enjoying nature as it really is and finding beauty even in the most desolate places. Enjoy!

Lost and Found

Desolation doesn’t necessarily have to mean the absence of life and hope, rather the opposite in fact.  I love seeing the world at its harshest; straining and struggling but not suffering.  I love how, even in the most desolate places, there is an amazing abundance of life.  I love to see how life can thrive on nothing more than trees and rock.  Mostly I love to walk among that humbling desolation, silent and alone, listening to what is happening around me.  Listening to the music of the silence, the music of the spheres.  This is when I feel happy and at peace, when I feel like I finally belong, like I am home.  Nowhere else do I feel as complete or as fully alive as I do in this planet’s dizzying desolation.  Everywhere else I am putting on at least a little bit of a show.  Only when desolate am…

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Let’s put up some signs!

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I find this anti-homeless campaign utterly shameful and a huge waste of resources. Instead of helping families and individuals in extreme poverty, this city is ridiculing each and every homeless person. I am very surprised to find such a conservative and ill-informed advertising in modern day Europe (Nottingham, UK).

Day 80 – Urban Camping?

This blogger has some interesting thoughts regarding the homeless and recognizes that not everybody who lives off-grid can be labeled “homeless”. Nice read.


Living in Southern California where the weather is pretty nice nearly all year long, we have our issues with “homeless”.  It’s an interesting dilemma as I think the homeless can be broken out into three major buckets: A) Mentally ill, B) Addicts/Alcoholics (probably a sub classification of “A”), and C) those that are down due to unemployment and genuinely can’t secure employment and somehow, even after years of contributing, seem to have fallen through the cracks.  I’m no expert in this area, but have worked with the ‘alcoholic/addict’ variety quite a bit over the years and have seen many incredible transformations once the cycle of addiction is broken.  Tonight, as the kids and I were driving home from their youth group, we passed by this ‘tent city’ under the 405 freeway overpass on Venice Blvd.  What I found interesting was the couple that was sitting in front of their tent…

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