Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A man's last words

I like to watch Ultimate Fighting. The days of the almost unwatchable brutality have been replaced with graceful mixed martial arts and stringent rules keeping the fighters safe. Dont get me wrong, it makes boxing look tame. Its really the only "sport" that I can watch and not lose my attention after a few minutes.

You would think the guys who do it would be total meat head morons. Quite the contrary, they are some of the most honorable, disciplined men in sports in my opinion.

I just read about a UFC fighter who recently died and was pretty touched/fascinated by it. He was found in the desert today. Apparently he liked to go on adventures of self discovery and this one was too much for him. I related to one of his final blog posts about his decision to take this trip. Its a terrible thing and he even contemplates the risk of death in his blog. I don't even know how long this blog post will be up before someone pulls it down. I had to do some searching to find it....

Here is the late UFC champion Evan Tanner's suprisingly eloquent blog post entitled Treasure Hunting in the Desert.

"It's Saturday night. I'm not out on the town socializing, not hanging out with friends, not chillin, watchin movies. I'm sitting on my couch beside a stack of books, listening to some Eddie Vedder, reading about the Southern California desert.

I'm hoping that very soon I'll be sitting out in the quiet of the desert beneath a deep blue midnight sky, listening to the calm desert breeze. The idea going into the desert came to me soon after I moved to Oceanside. It was motivated by my friend Sara's talk of treasure hunting and lost gold, and my own insatiable appetite for adventure and exploration. I began to imagine what might be found in the deep reaches of the untracked desert. It became an obsession of sorts.

"Treasure" doesn't necessarily refer to something material.

Today, I ran to the store to pick up a few things, and with the lonesome, quiet desert thoughts on my mind, I couldn't help but be struck with their brutally stark contrast to my current surroundings, the amazing congestion in which we exist day to day. The landscape as far as I could see, crowded, choked, with me and the rest of the species, an almost writhing mass of organisms, fighting over space and resources,....on the highways, in the parking lots, on the sidewalks, and in the ailse of the stores. And to think, there are still places in the world where man has not been, where he has left no footprints, where the mysteries stand secure, untouched by human eyes. I want to go to these places, the quiet, timeless, ageless places, and sit, letting silence and solitude be my teachers.

I've been gathering my gear for this adventure for over a month, not a long time by most standards, but far too long for my impatient nature. Being a minimalist by nature, wanting to carry only the essentials, and being extremely particular, it has been a little difficult to find just the right equipment. I plan on going so deep into the desert, that any failure of my equipment, could cost me my life. I've been doing a great deal of research and study. I want to know all I can about where I'm going, and I want to make sure I have the best equipment.

One more week. I think one more week, and I'll be ready to go."

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