"Truckee ... Dog Country; A Destination not for the faint of soul"

“Truckee … Dog Country; A destination not for the faint of soul.”

I wrote these words in 2015, and today, as I write to you, ready to embark on my journey, I feel that there may be no truer words I have wrote. Truckee is one hell of a place, man. It’s the first place I’ve ever truly felt like I had a home. Even with me moving around every 6 months, shuffling from ski lease to ski lease, no PLACE has ever felt more like home than this place right here.

You know, the type of place where you can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you know. Truckee is like a big ass house with a lot of roommates (something that we’re all pretty used to here on a macro and micro scale). Every room of your house always has someone in it, and odds are pretty good, you’ll know a few, but a lot of them will be visitors lol. It’s like Truckee is your house, and it’s your responsibility to take care of it after every great party filled with mostly people you don’t know. But you and your friends had an even better time, so the clean up is all worth it.

This is the first place I ever felt like I got to experience what a community was. Where people actually gave a shit about something and dedicated a significant part of their time going for it. Where people would feed you or shack you up, because they too knew what it was like to be cold and hungry.

A DESTINATION NOT FOR THE FAINT OF SOUL

Life in Truckee, I feel, is TRULY unlike anywhere else. I’ve seen a lot of places, lived in some pretty diverse areas of the world, and I feel no more at home than this little rough and tough railroad town tucked in the hills of the Sierras.

And life in Truckee, is Hard.
It always has been. The end of the (rail)road. Where you’d trek all the way across the United States, and the end of the line, was Truckee. Where you must get off that damn train, figure out what you’re going to do with all your SHIT, and make your way to San Francisco. Best mind yourself though when you get off the train in Rough ‘n Tough Truckee, for if they felt you were too bougie as you walked off, you just might find yourself tar’d and feathered. People in this town work hard, for ALL OF YOU, and you better not walk in thinkin’ you’re better than everyone.

You see, this was because the 601, the “Railroad Regulators”, controlled this town, not that sheriff Teeter. The 601 vigilante group coined their name after the motto “Six feet deep, zero tolerance, one bullet.” You best believe these boys didn’t take NO SHIT.

There’s so much history and mystery laid upon these hills. And boy golly, did some of the finest people I ever did meet reside around here. There’s something about the energy here I feel that brings so many great SOULS through this place. The trees speak to the commoner, rather than just the shamans. The lakes cry songs that will bring even the strongest soldiers to tears. It’s something I feel draws so many people here and they don’t even know why they can’t help but drive 6 hours in bumper to bumper traffic to enjoy it.

But the ones that thought to do whatever it took to plant some roots here.. we knew why. We know what wisdom and healing lies here. And what our souls needed to work through in this lifetime that this place was the catalyst for.

I said to several of the boys on occasion that “this place was chosen by all of our souls as the most efficient way for each of us to grow.” This place is a catalyst.

Catalyst AKA CHANGE CAUSER.
Because, as I mentioned briefly before, that life is HARD in Truckee. Challenging.
You must be tough. People imagine what it’s like to live in the mountains, but rarely do they UNDERSTAND what 500”+ of snow looks like. Everyone single person I know that’s lived in Truckee more than 3 years has learned how to actually survive in the wilderness if they were fucked lol. We lost power at the house 3 years ago for 4 days. That’s 4 days no running water (we have a well, and this was before we had a generator [this was the catalyst for that lol]). You ever melted snow to take a shit? I have, a few times LOL. What about going in to work when it was sunny and warm (ish), and you come out to a legit 2 feet of snow in just a few hours? And the road is now closed to your house, so you have to sleep at work on the floor mat they provided you with, because you have to be back in 8 hours…

I wish I could say that was a rare occasion.. I think that happened to Northstar employees… 5 times this year?

This place causes friction in you until you figure out what inside of you is causing you to react to this with any other reaction except laughter. You have to just laugh. When the snowbank around your front door is 7ft tall, and you’re having to throw buckets of snow over that to use the bathroom, you just have to laugh. When you’re breaking trail on 2ft of fresh because the plow hasn’t come because it’s .. still snowing.. You just have to laugh! When that tourist almost T-bones you and then honks AT YOU because he didn’t know you had the right of way, you just have to laugh. When you’re cleaning up 4k lbs of cigarette butts on the fifth of July to get your beach back after a holiday, you just have to laugh.

That brings some of the most amazing souls that Source could have ever dreamed about here to play. The most beautiful, loving, caring, genuine people… who all just want to be left the fuck alone. Hahah. Na, but for real. They came here to work on themselves. To grow. To experience some solitude in the mountains enjoying the things they truly love. The things that bring them joy so deep that I fear so few humans have ever felt that ecstasy. The things that they’ll sacrifice their 401k and house/job security to experience for as long as they can, knowing that life is ever so fleeting in this human meatsack.

You say fuck it, I’ll deal with the $12/hr, $12 mimosa, “most expensive gallon of milk in America,” “9-million annual visitors” to get that fucking dream of a pow line on the Palisades that you’ve been eyein since you were 14. And I don’t care how long it takes..

Well, gratefully, I certainly got those turns this year. The ones I legit said “that made 6 years of shovelin worth it.” The ones so good that you can’t explain to anyone who doesn’t know, and you don’t even need to explain IYKYK. Because over the last few years, ever since those words above were written, I’ve felt this other call. This call to the unknown. The cry in the fit of void.

And I must follow it. And find out what it is, and what it has for me. I know that many don’t understand, and I completely understand them for it, but the call is too deeply ingrained for me to stay upon this shore without at least seeing what’s behind the sirens call.

For I have been on this journey many a time, in many different forms, and I know that I seemingly always end up adrift, away from home, longer than my will, for who knows what great challenges await for me. For this journey is mine. One of my choosing. One of my will.

I am so grateful for you. All of you, You all make this place what it truly is. I am so blessed to have partaken in the life of this great place these last ~6 years. Gratefully, I feel I have made an impact in this community, knowingly both good and bad, and I take responsibility equally, knowing the good far outweighed the “bad.” It was the least I could do for the place that I feel I begun to find myself again. Where I ventured to astray, and found more than one could have ever hoped.

I’ve been living 12 year old Evan’s dream! I have a mini ramp in my bedroom, the best skatepark in 150 miles in my drive way, a house full of my friends where we can go snowboard, dirtbike, mountain roam, blow shit up in the woods and play all day, without anyone calling the fuckin cops on us for being loud and silly.

My dad told me this story a while back: When I was VERRYYYY young, we were driving out to California to visit my grandparents for the first time since I could talk. I was pointing out the window going “MOMMY MOMMY WHAT’S THAT?!” and she kept going cow? Grass? “NO NO” *tears*
Mountains.

I had never, ever seen one before, and that shit blew my little fucking mind. What can you do on those things? What are they for?

They’re for finding your soul, little Ev.

And that’s exactly what you found in them.