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Genius. To turn a giant sheep farm into the coolest hotel I have...



Genius. To turn a giant sheep farm into the coolest hotel I have ever seen. These old farm buildings hug the shore in deep Patagonia, Chil'e. At the turn of the twentieth century, this was the biggest sheep operation in the world, perched by the bay at the bottom of the world, sending wool and mutton to Europe 15,000 miles away. Now it is an incredible restaurant, lounge, and hotel. My mom, @sophiabush, and @brigconnelly took me here for my birthday. It's massive, full of old machinery and the ominous heavy air that lives in old brick buildings. @thesingularhotels #patagonia

I’m home. I’m in Los Angeles. The place I will write...



I'm home. I'm in Los Angeles. The place I will write my book. This city is my favorite place in the world. The roads are like a jewelry box of loose necklaces, random, knotted and criss-crossing. To untie them, to master them makes you feel like this city chose you. The hills are popping green this time of year, and every exposed patch of dirt is neon green grass. The days can be blazing hot and by night fall you need a sweater. This temperature change took me years to understand and plan for. The sky can hurt your feelings for being so blue. The people are some of the best on the earth: driven, wild, wise, and naive. There are also lost people here. But their spirit adds weight to the beauty. The churning energy of dreams in full swing is exactly the place I want to be. Everything here feels new again. I'm bursting with stories to write down. I'm home sweet home.



#OregonToPatagonia #brotherandsistergowest#losangeles

Friendship is standing shoulder to shoulder, looking forward....



Friendship is standing shoulder to shoulder, looking forward. It's finding a person that is on the same journey as you. You find them on the way, make eye contact, and nod. You share tips and tricks for making it. You are both eyeing the same mountain, and can't stop laughing. Sometime you don't even know why. But it's because your spirit is so relieved to recognize itself in another journey. It's exhaling. As CS Lewis says, it's the eternal uttering of 'me too! I thought I was the only one.' @sophiabush #torresdelpaine #OregonToPatagonia

"The spirit of God said, ‘If you’ll build me a...



"The spirit of God said, 'If you'll build me a treehouse, I'll never let you run out of material,' and I agreed to without seeing any dimensions." - Horace Burgess.



The Internet is a breadcrumb trail. I saw a picture of this treehouse years ago, and heard it was in Tennessee. We decided to drive out and find it this morning.



Here she is, holy and looming. Horace Burgess took 14 years to build this treehouse for God, with only 12,000 dollars, and he hasn't run out of materials and he isn't finished. It has completely engulfed the original tree. It is 10,000 square feet. It is the largest treehouse in the world.

This is 100 billion kilometers tall, and the gas at the top is...



This is 100 billion kilometers tall, and the gas at the top is flying through space at 700,000 kilometers per hour. The thing is so big, the photo we took of it 20 years ago looks almost exactly the same. The speed it's moving hardly changed this massive cosmic art in two decades. I saw a woman dog-cuss an American Airlines baggage employee the other day, saying 'Did you even have to go to college to get this job? I have a law degree, can you even read!? Pay for my bag now! The handle is irreparably dented!'



I just wanted to show her this picture and tell her to go lock herself in a closet.

I know we are taught otherwise, but believe me when I say: there...



I know we are taught otherwise, but believe me when I say: there are places you can dream about for your whole life, build up to impossible greatness... and then you finally get there and somehow the place is better. You may have had other disappointments, but some destinations shock the smallness of the human mind. They have a haunting grandeur that even your youngest imagination couldn't fathom. Our hearts can't hold the bigness of the earth.



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The incomparable @kennyjamez is currently editing a short film...



The incomparable @kennyjamez is currently editing a short film about my bike trip #OregonToPatagonia. He and our brother-from-another-thunder @coryt rode with me for six weeks from Cusco, Peru to Sucr'e, Bolivia. We slept in fields, stumbled upon hot springs, watched the World Cup on TV's dangling from wires in mud brick huts, and camped in a broken down roofless shack on the shores of Lake Titicaca... It felt normal in the moment, only with shocks of wonder when, in an instant, my spirit would catch up to my body and show me how lovely is life on the road. I can't wait for y'all to see what Kenny is making. #OregonToPatagonia

You idiots think I don’t miss you. But that’s where...



You idiots think I don't miss you. But that's where you're wrong. I do. The wind and the shouting laughter and chasing our hats and hopping fences in illegal fields of Patagonia. We've never seen a fence that could hold us back. @brigconnelly @sophiabush #OregonToPatagonia

I’m at my childhood home in Nashville. I found all my old...



I'm at my childhood home in Nashville. I found all my old toys. If you need me I will be in the attic. Find me by following the loud sound effects.



"And then the velociraptor ate Boba Fett and vowed to destroy the rebellion and he flew to the Dilophasaur nest and stole some eggs which are actually bombs and then he kissed Princess Leia but he's a velociraptor so he accidentally ate her..."

Here’s to peeing in fields in 2015. #comeongirlsyougotthis...



Here's to peeing in fields in 2015. #comeongirlsyougotthis #perupeepeestops @coryt

One of the things I missed most being gone was driving in a car...



One of the things I missed most being gone was driving in a car alone, music blasting, finding new music on spotify, and taking the long way. I will make up errands to run and then go a ridiculous round about way to get there, just to find windy roads that have no efficiency but beauty. I missed that as much as anything I know. I like to trace a river or find a cove that must be behind a hill. It answers some question that my blood is always asking. I found this abandoned farm house, boarded up, waiting for me to have it.

Starting a new year with the man I started last year with,...



Starting a new year with the man I started last year with, @phillipcrosby. We biked for ten months and six thousand miles together. Now he's living in nashville and we keep finishing each other's sentences and laughing about secret jokes only we and the coyotes of mexico know. He woke up this morning and said 'I want to start the year with a fire.' So he built a fire in an iron kettle in the backyard. #OregonToPatagonia #patagoniatoabook2015

Some things, once seen, sit heavy on you like an older brother,...



Some things, once seen, sit heavy on you like an older brother, pinning you down, telling you that they are in charge and you are just lucky to be here. Maybe they even call you names.



#OregonToPatagonia #stillnotovertheglacier

Really wish I would’ve bought this house in Patagonia....



Really wish I would've bought this house in Patagonia. Regret is a slow burning mistress. Going through photos and aching.



Being home is strange. I'm trying to write about it as much as I can. I don't want to lose the wide-eyed alien freshness I have. This country is wild. Even for poor Americans, their access to the fruits of industry, commerce, relatively minimal corruption, emergency services, it's comparatively extraordinary.. even a national mythology of assent and personal achievement, however elusive, can still be found in almost every community. You can see it in their fervor to protest. In many places I've seen, protest is only theater or heeded only insomuch as to keep the poor massaged into believing they have a voice. I feel like an alien doing a report for a planet that will never believe how it all works.



I'm grateful to live here, to be from here, and to see this nation groaning and slouching toward more justice, better democracy, and equity. We have a loooong way to go, but I have seen other roads, and they are deeply troubled as well. I am grateful and rolling up my sleeves for the work still to be done. #OregonToPatagonia #processing

Goals. 2015. Some take precedence over others.



Goals. 2015. Some take precedence over others.

Tennessee Christmas morning forests. Walking with my sister in...

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The photostream between me and @sophiabush from Patagonia has...



The photostream between me and @sophiabush from Patagonia has 900 photos in it. From only one week together. The camera was invented for places like this. We would drive around and shout 'Barb pull over!' And her, @brigconnelly and I would run out and chase the Guanacos and climb the hills and take photos pretending we were explorers. John Muir would've loved this place. I kept seeing it in the spirit he found himself in at Yosemite. "Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality....The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark." What a man. #OregonToPatagonia

This is a South-American-all-road-camper-tank. It’s a...

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Here’s an answer to a question no one asked me. I love...

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I need to brag on Barb for a second. The hike up to Torres del...



I need to brag on Barb for a second. The hike up to Torres del Paine is 18 kilometers, 9 of which are unrelentingly steep, more like stairs than a trail. 9 kilometers (about 6 miles) of stairs. My mom climbed this trail. She is 67 years old. Her knees were screamin' and she took her sweet time. She kept saying 'I ain't about to trip and break a bone and wait for some mule to come rescue me. No sir.' She kept repeating 'I am just so thankful to God for these two walkin' sticks.' Over and over. The hike took so long, it was blinding rain almost all day, and dark fell on us. We hiked miles in the pitch black, I had to drag my feet to listen for the loose pebbles of the trail to know where to go. When my feet hit grass I knew I was off trail. The rain was absolutely soaking and the wind was a fighter jet. She kept telling stories and thanking Jesus for her walking sticks, even in the terrifying lonely dark and rain. After the brutal 11 hour hike, we made it to the bottom, looking like cats flushed down the sewer. My mom did it. She is a legend. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She did walk across America.



Now it's time to let our muscles heal and eat pumpkin pie under the Christmas tree.



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My name is Jedidiah Jenkins, and I am on a bike trip from Florence, Oregon to Patagonia. I'll be gone from August 2013 - December 2014. Back in the 70's, my parents walked across America in search of themselves and the country they called home. My friend Phillip Crosby and I are doing the same, but all the way down to the bottom of the earth.

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