Back to Earth

“It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood / Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twig's having lashed across it open. / I'd like to get away from earth awhile,” -Robert Frost, Birches

Sometimes you just need to get out of town. We all feels like that sometimes, but instead of sitting around and writing about it, we (you know, us) get into trains, vans, and beers and go somewhere to get away from earth a bit to be wild and free. This is exactly what I needed last weekend after long weeks of too many screens and too few sun-burns, so I called up everyone I knew who would be ready for an adventure and we hopped on trains, chucked boards in vans, and got ready for the Coors mountains to turn blue. We went in search of the proper latitude and longitude for waves, dirt, and trees and found it near a train station a few hours north of town.  

We spent the next 3,200 minutes surfing fun uncrowded waves, drinking fine American made ales (coors light), high-fiving, exploring, jumping off things, growing beards, smoking cigareeets, discussing the merits of Rick Ross’ new album, and being the most not bummed.  

When our time in the sun ran out we all knew it and no one tried to fight it because as much as we hate to admit it, Robert Frost is so right on when he ends Birches by pleading,

“May no fate willfully misunderstand me and half grant what I wish and snatch me away not to return. Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.”

The ground was hard as shit and we smelled bad and this was certainly nowhere near the right place for love.  It was time to head back to Earth, to take showers and try to talk to girls again.

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Story & Photos by Drew Ligget

Happyness is Camping... where you're not suppossed to!

I plopped another log on the fire.

Sparks rose up into the dark sky and became stars.
My five-year-old son, Camper, slept in the driftwood fort
we built earlier in the day.

Camper dreamt about the Star Wars comic books he fell asleep listening to. Alien rebels in a galaxy far, far away fighting for independence and a thing called “the force.”
Hard to relate.

I puffed my pipe, chugged a tall can of Olympia and waited.

There he came fumbling & giggling out of the forest, David “Dickbird” Neevel. The most adventurous man I know. Once Dickbird found out we were camping illegally at Short Sands, he rode his motorcycle lightly packed with surf and camp gear to bask in the glory of the cove with us.

It was Saturday night. It wasn't raining, nobody was there, the sky was totally clear, the air was warm, and the fucking milky way was cranked up to full blast! We shot roman candles into the sky and watched the fireballs go out in the waves we’d surf in the morning. We had the loudest, fullest laughs anyone in the whole galaxy had that night. We were laughing with life the way birds sing with the wind.

In the morning the State Park Ranger woke us up. The Ranger said we had to leave or he’d ticket us. He asked, “Why did you camp here? It’s illegal.” We looked at each other silently laughing before the truth came out of Dickbird. “We didn't have anywhere better to stay.”

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Story by Justin “Scrappers” Morrison
Photos by David "Dickbird" Neevel

Freinds Keep Us Wild

Here's a little secret you already know: Friends Keep Us Wild.

Friendship might even be the greatest adventure in the whole world.

Take a look at this video by a group of French friends roaming around Canada in a school bus. It's so beautiful you might even cry!

Directed, edited and shot by Léo Schrepel

Starring Benoit Sappe, Manu Fauque, Lucas Donadei and Timothée Payan

More amazing stories and views on bimfuck.tumblr.com

Release Party // Without Walls

Whoa, that was fun! We totally raged inside a store called Without Walls (which is located inside the walls of Urban Outfitters). We gave out the first copies of our Fall Issue, drank/drunk lots of Montucky Cold Snacks, cheered to our health with Brew Dr. Kombucha, and were totally blown away by Jason Lytle (of Grandaddy) as he played with a broken hand!!!