We found some wood and started to fire and dance, even though there wasn't any music.

I went to meetings, I wrote the letters, and pretty soon I wasn't alone.

Get out of the truck when you hide in this field with your surf boards.

There's no way there's going to be waves here.

At Patagonia, we are climbers and skiers.

We are surfers and anglers.

We're activists and dreamers.

Stories of the fabric of our share culture and we're proud to sponsor the dirtbag diaries.

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I know, I know, it's been a while you're wondering where the dirtbag diaries are.

But I've got an excuse.

A really good one.

And it goes a little something like this.

For the month of November, I was up in Canada.

I'm in this hotel room taking a shower, but I'm late for a meeting.

I'm in a hurry.

And I'm sitting there watching my hair and I slip and I catch myself.

And it's like, have your slip up ice and you manage to stop yourself.

But you're over-correct and for a moment it feels like you're not going to fall.

But then all of a sudden you just go down twice as hard as you would if you just let yourself fall.

So I eject out of the tub.

I grabbed the shower curtain.

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