Wandering Aimlessly
Hey, I'm Brian Cray - adventure travel writer and seasonal worker. Follow my adventure short stories on hitchhiking, train hopping and wandering.
Fading with the Forest
Empty walls crumble.
Brick-by-brick the wounds open.
Scars wither to Earth.
Site and Channel Updates
So I normally don't post such updates, but with my recent hiatus from YouTube and posting stories I thought I would update everyone on what's going on with my channel and blog postings.
My last long trip was hitching and riding from Rutland, VT to Davenport, IA back in mid September. I have about 6 or 7 episodes for YouTube that will be apart of a mini series. Each episode will be no longer than 10 minutes with an aim for 7 minutes and will be well edited with both train footage as well as random blurbs by...
Backpacking of Budget Travel
Backpacking on a Budget
Backpacking is still popular among those who go on vacation. Far from everyone enjoys spending time on a beach. Many people prefer an active way of rest. Backpacking does not necessarily nights spent somewhere in camping sites by the fire with someone playing the guitar with a flock of mosquitoes and a rucksack behind one`s back. It is a stereotype. It is time to break the pattern. There are various options for interesting and fruitful vacation. How to save on vacation and spend a minimum of money?
It is a huge advantage of a backpacking that a...
From Golden Stalks to Green Mountains
Through her scars of earth,
Between tilled shimmering dirt,
Gold whiskers converge...
Chartreuse Sky
Vibrant fall branches,
a facade of chartreuse sky,
whispers with the wind.
Lost Dutchman’s Park
Haunted Lost Dutchman's Park
I worked another frantic week on my feet busing tables, serving food and rearranging tables, chairs and silverware for the next...
Tauranga Diesel Boy
Train Hopping Tauranga
I lay sprawled out in the grass. The night dew slowly dampened my ass so I unraveled my bivy for a quick...
Black Canyon Greyhound Park
Black Canyon Greyhound Park
Driving back on highway I-17 from Arcosanti we stumbled upon a huge abandoned site. It looked like the old Black Canyon Greyhound...
A Night on the Steel
Slowly I tiptoe
Shadows drown glistening steel
She creeps to a halt
I wait patiently
Grass joins the chorus of wind
Whirs fade to a hiss
I jump to my...
The Peak of My Shadow
I spent months fighting my nihilist shadow, depleting me of my strength, clouding my thoughts, and judgment, a complete undertaking of my happiness. In...
