Highway 395 may be a huge pain in the butt on the weekends but once you get past the ghetto of ugly Victorville about two hours up this lonesome highway you hit the tiny town of Lone Pine. (A town, which interestingly enough only has two bars, or eh, saloons as we would call them in …
There was a rustling outside my tent. It was ungodly dark outside. If I was not completely blind without my bottlecap glasses then all I would be able to see would be stars in the black night sky outside of my tent. I heard a rustling in the underbrush and I did kind of wonder …
The worst feeling in the world is when the tent starts to leak. You were laying there in your sleeping bag, you just want to relax and fall asleep in your nice cozy sleeping bag and on the side of the tent you can feel water seeping in. It might just be a little bit, it may just be …
Once upon a time I heard the snap of a twig in the middle of the night and I wondered what could that be. And then I tried to go back to sleep. My friend who I was camping with shook me awake and said “It’s a fucking bear!” To which I sleepily replied “Youre …
This morning while zigzagging up the PCH on my way to Big Sur I passed people older than my parents who are biking up this route, every inch of it straining uphill. These people blew me away. I am in incredible shape, and I’m not even in the kind of shape I was a year ago when …