Greetings from Billy Montana
Welcome to the Feral Trek Blog. I’m Billy Montana and, yes, that’s an alias, an A.K.A.or nom de guerre, a rather ridiculous sobriquet and moniker for monkey business. It was first adopted as a trail name on my Appalachian Trail Thru-hike (class of ’88), but I decided to also use it as my Blog handle for a very simple reason: to evade those who might be able to jeopardize employment or remuneration, i.e., the P.C. Police, Thinkpol, the Head cops, and other self-righteous prigs, smug Puritans, and school marms. In fact, the entire staff at Feral Trek has an assumed name. The rogue’s gallery includes: Turning, Jack Beanstalker, Taz, Cricket, Apache Rose, Gypsy, Cheiron, tv1, and the Walrus. While some among us are genuine drug fiends, schizophrenics, and art junkies, what we all share is an addiction to travel and a refusal to grow up as one way of keeping whatever feral spark we have left. The other way is to remember, as Robert Anton Wilson put it, that “The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill.” The Feral Trek blog may not be to everyone’s taste or edification: we write about what ever catches our curiosity. By turns serious and ridiculous, we find as much magic and mystery in the invention of an ice cream cone that never melts as we do in the late paintings of Gauguin, in a new sex toy as much as in the hidden gospel of Finnegan’s Wake. Follow us every day with slavish devotion or tune in periodically: you’re bound to find something that sets the mind loose from its moorings.
Above: Hypno-Zen ideogram