Book of Rules.. that’s me

Book of Rules.. that’s me

Which brings me back to the biggest rule of all, and that’s knowing yourself. I can’t be comfortable around people who haven’t gotten there. My comfort level is for the ones who’d walk across a burning bridge for one more drink of knowledge, and who feel connected to everything around them. Not many people make it. But the ones who do quit thinking they’re smarter than everybody else. They figure out they don’t actually know a thing. Continue reading Book of Rules.. that’s me

Blakeburn – My Hometown Ghost Town

Blakeburn – My Hometown Ghost Town

At Fred’s home, park and walk the few hundred meters to Lover’s Leap and the Outhouse collection. You’ll pass several remaining trestles used to transport coal to the trams and workers in Lower Blakeburn; each run consisted of a driver and multiple carts. As unique as these trestles are, they wouldn’t inspire the confidence Lover’s Leap did to build and ride. Standing at the top, you can see its sheer drop-off of hundreds of feet to the canyon below. Continue reading Blakeburn – My Hometown Ghost Town