#packingmybags #again

Upon my return to Wisconsin in March I had full intention to spend awhile at home, and in a way I kind of, sort of still am, only now I am actually going to be spending all of summer five hours away.

That's still close enough to be considered home, right? 

I just very recently have accepted a position in the tiniest of towns in Northwestern Wisconsin working in the office of a kayak tour company that paddles around the apostole islands of Lake Superior. 

 (taken on a trip in February paddling Lake Taupo in New Zealand)

This is awesome for many reasons, 

I get to use the heck out those kayaks whenevah I want, which you know will be pretty much anytime I'm not working.

It's a full-time position, decent pay, with discount accommodation in a boarding house with fellow workmates.  Basically a summer getting to know a bunch of fun, cool people. 

It's also in a tiny, secluded town where I don't think I'll even have much opportunity to spend the money I will be making. Can we say saving up for the next international expedition? I think we can.

(From September in Cairns)

Mind you I tend to over-fantasize, but I still think it'll be pretty 'effing awesome and I can't contain my excitement!

Cheers! 

#Cairnsphotographed

Shortly after I landed in Cairns and was on my way to the city centre, I was hit with the news. 
The news that I would not be getting picked up in a sketchy looking van with a mattress in the back driven by a man who barely speaks my language. Okay I lie, his english is good, however I think I'm allowed a few insults seeing as the shock of the news left me in an absolute funk for the first few days while I was there. 
What was I doing during these moments of funk? Well after wandering around, finding all the best spots to sit and stare into the distance I eventually just started taking photos.  It's probably the least pathetic solo-activity I could come up with. 
Of course it ended up being a silver linning considering it's been ages since I've really taken a solid series of photos like these - being that they're completely avoiding of all human interaction as much as possible. 
All that photo taking was in-between looking at walls of pamphlets deciding what I'd be doing for the next week. Oh, and that one time I was sitting alone, again staring into space, in the darkest spot along the esplanade when I was invited by a shady dude with half his teeth to share some of his alcohol in his conveniently located apartment across the road. 
That was probably the most social interaction I had those couple I days and I think that's when I realized I really needed to snap out of it. 
Which I did with a visit to palm cove. But before I get to that; enjoy my days of funk as illustrated in the photographs below.