January 30th Obsessions

Twenty-four years of January 30th entries ...

Twenty-four years of January 30th entries, and the pattern’s unmistakable... I’m gloriously, stubbornly obsessed with moving through the world on my own terms.

Rain in 2001? Went skate skiing anyway. Snow crust too thick for fat tires in 2008? Still pedaled to the end of Kim Williams Trail. By 2012, I’m calculating the soul-crushing math of commutes, declaring myself so done with driving. The 2017 entry cuts deeper... wondering if there’s a way to ditch the “mundane bullshit work” for full-time adventure.

Then 2024 arrives with waterfall chasing through jungle trails, all mythical mist and rainbow hunting. Pure poetry about why we trek, why we chase these moments. And 2025’s gunslinger, pursuing an impossible tower, daring to chase what can never be caught.

Same restless spirit, different landscapes. Whether it’s fixing computers with screwdrivers and prayers, wrestling stubborn bike tires, or following distant thunder through emerald canopies, the thread’s consistent... the refusal to let weather, logistics, or common sense derail the pursuit of what calls to us.

Some obsessions age well.