"The next time you find yourself hiking the rugged paths of the pacific northwest, know that there is a good chance that the very trail you tread was forged ahead of you by none other than granola himself.
Now if you have the luxury of extra space in your pack, or the audacity to carry the extra ounces, I recommend donning a set of headphones and plugging into the auditory canvas of "sketches" while hitting the trail.
Of course if you are unable to make the deep trek into the back country, with a little help from your imagination this album will do the work of transportation.
Conjuring landscapes of jagged contrast between ancient old growth forests of synth and clearcut glitchy wastelands.
Balancing on craggy blip peaks grants you the view of the cold tones of alpine lakes which soon will offer to reward your descent.
Suddenly you stumble into a serene meadow of sonic delight.
While butterflies flutter around your awestruck body, your zenlike trance forces you to follow the call of the thrush to a bubbling aquifer of emotion.
It is here that you remember where you came from. The place that never left you."