I grew up I’m a forest full of trees. My home was chock in the middle of the San Bernardino National Forest. My street emptied into fields of Live Oaks, Jeffrey Pines and cedar trees. Pussy Willows sprouted as weeds do, lush and every where along the trickling creek bed. I grew up hiking …
It’s seven am and the sun has almost risen over Old Greyback. I’ve been hiking since 5:30 and been up since three a.m. when I threw back the covers, turned on the lights and my angry cats howled at me in discontent. I had to hit the road. I had mountains …
I knew I was going to hate the river. I don’t like the heat. I don’t like bros. And I’m not an alcoholic so it would seem that a day at the river might be stretching a fun experience for me. You know what, a day at the river on a Thursday in June was …
Every great first day of vacation should start with fishing at an alpine stream Every great second day of vacation has to begin with branding either your gear or a body part with a forever reminder of that one hiking/ camping/ fishing you took back in the day. For me the first day …
If I wrote a country song about my life this morning I would entitle that song Am I to High for Ticks? Thankfully after today’s ten mile hike not a tick was spotted. Last week I was sick with the flu and the Mountaineer Adventure Outdoor Fun Club Yea went on an adventure with out …