Willow Jon loves a challenge and an adventure so when Discovery channel offered him a role on a new survival show called, “Tethered” let’s just say he jumped at the opportunity. This time Willow Jon finds himself pushed beyond his breaking point as he is physically tethered to hard headed Navy vet Keith Barton with a six foot chain to see if they can survive a 10 day 50 mile trek through Panama’s deadly jungles, shark infested waters, and relentless heat, with only a machete, a flint, and a pot. In this survival show splitting up is not an option.
Willow Jon. World Traveler. Dancer. Gonzo Journalist. Spiritual Explorer.
My name is Willow Jon Collamer and I'm on a journey of fearless self discovery. I play music, travel the world, make films, and have bad ass adventures. It is my desire to challenge the Status Quo and inspire courage in the hearts and minds of the people. Courage to discover our true self. A self that grows and evolves with each new experience.
I challenge you all to get up, reach inside yourself, dig around and find that spark of love, that part of yourself that yearns to be free, that begs to be noticed, that screams to feel something, anything.... and begin to be silent and listen.
I am Willow Jon Collamer and this is Willow Jon Slept Here
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Moving from place to place every two weeks is great but I need a quiet place to edit the last batch of films I recently shot. I knew the perfect [...]
Moving from place to place every two weeks is great but I need a quiet place to edit the last batch of films I recently shot. I knew the perfect places would become available to me at the right time. When my new friend Stefan who I met while on my last adventure to Panama invited me to come hang out at his house in Guadeloupe, a group of Caribbean islands located in the Leeward Islands, in the Lesser Antilles, I said, “Perfect!”
January 21 (Wednesday) 1:00 am - March 1 (Sunday) 1:00 am
Mushroom hunting is quickly becoming a professional hobby for many mushroom enthusiast who enjoy relaxing in nature, making friends with forest creatures, and earning cash by selling prized mushrooms such as Chantrell’s, Morels, and Truffles at farmers markets and local restaurants. I never thought looking for mushrooms would be so exciting but it was like a treasure hunt every time I flipped over a shrump, (Small humps on the forest floor produced by mushrooms moving up to the surface) eagerly waiting to see what crazy colors and shapes lurked just below the surface. Henry and I talked about the amazing symbiotic relationship we all share with each other, the insects, plants, trees, mushrooms, animals, and fish in the world and we got stoked at how many different mushrooms we were able to come across. Thanks again Henry for sharing your joy of mushroom hunting with me. Blessings into the new year! 2015!
I miss my dad. I loved growing up on the side of Mt.Shasta, California. “The Morning Star” a small property where people came to get peaceful, pay homage to their bodies and the earth, and connect with spirit. My father and mother built this healing center and raised a lovely family on the side of that snow capped mountain. My dad recently passed away so I thought what better way to honor him then to go to where I was born, camp out under the stars, make a fire, and let a couple tears drip onto the early winter earth as the moon rises into the morning air. Then we drove to the top of the mountain, I said a prayer for my dear dad and then raced down the smooth curvy blacktop on my skateboard swooshing back and forth cutting through the blue sky, buzzing under the green spiky canopy of pine and redwood trees, thanking life for giving me such a cool fun dad in this life.
In the late 1970’s nestled in the redwood’s of Norther California on Mt.Shasta my father built a house with a garden, dug a well for water, and used solar and wind for generating power. Together with my sweet mother they invited a community of free thinking, open spirited, earth loving individuals to come together to give thanks for the blessing of life. My sister Dawn was born in Upstate New York and then my family moved to Northern California where my mom had my brother Robin and I in the house my father built with his bare hands. We spent five blissful years exploring the trees, snow covered mountains, and surrounding area until I set fire to the house by accident and a new chapter of our lives began. Thank you Mother and Father for creating such a loving, wonder filled, and joy rich surrounding to raise your family in.
My wonderful sister Dawn introduced me to Justin about five years ago in Boulder Colorado and we actually helped him fold some boxes for his delightfully rich, healthy, and sweet peanut butters and almond butters. I was very inspired by his dream to craft healthy foods and when I tasted the slightly smokey and convincingly sweet maple almond butter I became a fan forever. Justin has gone on to become one of the healthiest, tastiest, fastest growing food and beverage business’s in the nation and he does it all with a huge heart, hard work, and a lot of passion. Thanks for all the wonderful food!
Find out what happens to Willow Jon in Panama after Discovery’s Tethered. Willow Jon finds himself in the rich and diverse county of Panama, dancing, making friends with strange and exciting people, playing music with the locals, and exploring his wild and wacky side.
Travel Reality show, TRAVELING EXPOSED host Willow Jon spontaneously spins a globe picking a destination at random, then he must travel there and not only survive, but thrive for one week with no money, contacts, guidebooks, or maps to see what happens when imagination becomes the new form of currency.
In the fall of 2009 I took a trip to Thailand, Cambodia, and Loas. I spent three months with my video camera and my guitar filming and playing music. I visited the spiritual temples of Anchor Watt in Cambodia, chartered a slow boat down the Mekong river for seven days, and did some adrenalin pumping deep water solo rock climbing in Ton Sai. Everyday I was singing songs, dancing, and making friends with people of different cultures from all over the world. Spontaneous adventure at it’s best. As my English mate Simon would say. “It was pure Genius!”
I stumbled upon the Guerrilla Gardening Club while eating at one of their Monday night dinners at St.Timonthy’s church. I was really taken in by the amount of knowledge, opportunity, support, and love from the group. The GGC helps to beautify the community at the same time providing jobs, volunteer opportunities, and education to those wanting to better themselves and the world.
I was getting down like Charlie Brown at the Captain Nasty show at The Fuel Dock when I ran into my college friend Sofia. After talking to her I found out she was sailing the Pacific Ocean on the Lady Washington. I asked if I could join them on their trip north and due to the fact they were short one crew member it was perfect timing and I was aboard. But I had no idea what I signed up for. Perfect!
After surviving my three day seafaring journey aboard the Lady Washington. We motored up the central California Coast from Morro Bay to San Francisco and I met up with an old high school buddy I hadn’t seen in twenty years, rocked the dance floor at his bar and met this super cool tree activist, Jungle Bird, who is using humor to help stop deforestation. Some people say, “Oh, I’m just one guy what can I do?” Well this ONE guy is doing quiet a bit to help educate and empower people on how to stop deforestation. Check out his cool website at. http://junglebird.org
I met Walker and his girl Tammy one day while exploring the sand dunes with some friends. We happened upon their campsite, introduced ourselves and shared stories of wild times traveling, hitching, and camping in the wilderness. Walker showed me some of his handmade flutes and I told him we should jam out; So we jammed out. He and Tammy came over to The Brier Island (the 40 junk sail boat I’m living on with Captain Paul) and we jammed out with Captain Paul Armstrong, Michael, and who ever else happens to be around the north pier. One of my favorite things in life is meeting new people and jamming out with the spontaneous vibe.