Month: March 2015

He’d Rust

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Iron Man Ernie they called him.

Never married, no kids.

Lived in a shack in Trial Harbour. He was a miner searching for the tin node he could retire off.

Never drove. Never got a license. But he ran.

He’d win marathons from Zeehan to Strahan. Before the race, he’d run in from Trial Harbour. An extra 30 clicks on what was, back then, a real beater of a track.  Every weekend he’s do the 60 mile round trip to visit his mother.

In the summer when he ran, he’d carry a shotgun to blow away Tiger snakes that crossed the track. His personal best was 13 snakes from 14 shells on a single trip from Trial Harbour to Zeehan.

Iron Man Ernie. Searching for Ore, legging it around the bush, living in solitude in his rusty tin shack with its crooked chimney at the end of the world.

Those that knew him claimed that if he was any tougher, he’d rust.

Rules

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Always accept an invitation. Always turn down a road you might think leads somewhere. Never use a map when you don’t need one. Get lost. Take your shit with you. Be considerate of others. Listen. Keep the phone in the car. Don’t let yourself go. Live free. Take everything with a grain of salt. Don’t be a cynic. Be a touch more careful when going alone. Shit happens.

Ride it like you stole it.

 

 

とも

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I was taking selfies in front of a sunset when a Magna sedan pulled up. Tomo got out and took a few snaps with her tablet. I was fresh off the boat and looking for a place to camp. Tomo knew a place. She’d been living in her car for a lot longer than me. Picking cherries and apples in Tasmania. Hiking and travelling around the state. Living.

Next day we walked by the railway and picked some blackberries. Afterwards I took off to Rocky Cape to get eaten by March Flies, and she kept on keeping on.

I think she’s from Kyoto.