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I love rest areas
Say what you want about American car centric culture, but the rest area is a sacred institution holding this all together and I have currently established a routine of using them for their intended purpose. You aren’t supposed to camp, but putting a blanket down does not qualify. That’s picnic behavior. Book reading behavior. Civilized.…
They named a town after me
I’ll stay here a few days in Holland, Michigan. There were literally signs, so I followed them, and stayed a couple days in Holland State Park. The price for tent camping here has led me to employ less official options, but that’s the way of the road, bub. Hammock weather will be back soon but…
So that’s what stinging nettle looks like
For those unfamiliar with its blessings, the sensation is very wasp-like and lasts only a few minutes. Not much poison ivy to speak of up here in Illinois, at least not in the homey north Texas ubiquity, so the contact dermatitis was brief, and my journey uninterrupted. This may not be urticaria dioica, en sensu…
Flippies have floppied and flappied into flippers
Hydroplaned successfully into my last minute booked tent site in Oklahoma’s Lake Eufaula State Park late last night. Inadequacies ofmy tent packing strategies in the face of the stormy weather had me sleeping in the car. Not too bad, just couldn’t stretch my legs out. I have risen, brewed and consumed 1 liter of coffee,…
these flips are made for floppin
Today’s the day! Had breakfast with the ones here left that matter, weekly therapist appointment. People say I need therapy but I am already going, so now time to employ the original psychotherapeutic modality: using my own two feet to go away into the forest for a while. In elementary school, they encouraged us to…
Commence Operation: GTFO
I have received a sign that I am dallying too long by finally being attacked by a blue jay during the weekend mow at mom’s. Got me right fierce on top of the head. A fledgling (second this week!) then presented itself. Time also for me to fly away? In any case, gotta get out…
Boot Redeye
I am approaching readiness for departure. Last week I was ready to bust out of this dumb town (Plano, a fine town, for the record) but fortunately my check engine light was on, forcing me to step back and prepare. The recent loss of two lifetime best friends (rip nik n jeff), multiple housing displacements,…
You made it!
As we have all come to know all too well, all is not right with the world. As I am once again in possession of philipwholland.com, things may just begin to turn around. This will be your departure area for all things Philip W Holland: blog, art gallery, store, social media links, and other stuff.…