End of the road

Many tales from Coachella will go untold.

It was an epic experience. Everything from the road trip, to the camp area, to the mass of fantastic music will stick with me for much of my life. We made friends, met people, learned about the world and ourselves. At one point an older part Native American man selling trinckets on the side of the road began prophesizing about my life in the next few years, and it really hit home.

But much of this is personal and should remain that way. I appreciate anyone who stuck with this blog as the trip came and went. Keeping this record has meant a lot to me. I'm dealing with the final days of life before the real world, not an easy thing to do.

I hope you've enjoyed reading this just a fraction as much as I've enjoyed putting it together. The idea was to kill time during the massive wait until Coachella, and to also have some record of this trip years from now. I've accomplished both of those things.

Finally, I'd like to urge everyone I know and even strangers to take a leap. When something like this pops up in your life don't ever rule it out. Sure, it may take months of hard work (I lived on Wal-Mart food, worked out daily, and quit any and all fun for four months to make this possible) but in 10 years it is the risks, big events and foolish choices you make that will stay with you. As someone who has strung together a chain of seemingly random trips, I say the most valuable moments of life almost always happen outside of your routine, your hometown, away from your friends and family.

Buy me a cup of coffee, and I'll tell you all you want to know about Coachella. Thanks again.

Zack Quaintance.