Christmas Eve Day

Christmas Eve Day
VTA River Mouth
Ventura, Calif.
December 2009

Ahhhh the holidays in Ventuckey, hard to argue with a day with temps in the high 70s down at the beach where the toughest decision is whether to apply SPF 20 or 40. File under Christmas; Merry.

Reds; broken or otherwise.

Music; Red Rocks

Music
BLM Campground, Red Rocks, NV.
December 2009



Nothing like a little impromptu dawn freeform jam session muzak to get the blood pumping. Its really the best to get in the mind set to go climb a rock.




Sunrise over the loop.


Jam, it goes well with toast.


Drum.


Strum.


Damn hippies.

Kraft Mountain; Red Rocks

Kraft Boulders
Red Rock Canyon, NV
December 2009

Tony, The Pearl, V4 Hard.

Golden Hour comes to Red Rocks.

Rollies.

Garrett, Cali Boy, V7, multiple stars.

Sabena pulls.

Cannibal Rock; Red Rocks

Cannibal Rock
Red Rock Canyon, NV
December 2009

Just outside the Vegas Strip lies a wonderland of painted canyons and brushed sandstone.




Calico Hills.

Elbows of Mac and Ronnie, 11a.

Cams.

Sabena, New Wave Hookers, 12c.

Bobby, second bolt.

Snow

Snow
A Few Weeks Shy of a White Christmas.
Somewhere in SoCal, December-ish 2009




Believe it or not, Southern California is not always palm trees, bikinis, and beach bums. Every once in a while for a few very short days it does snow. While others were surfing the epic winter swell that blew in from the South Pacific, Tessie and I drove up into the mountains for a day of play in the white stuff. Good times were had.

18 inches.

Before and After : Winter and Summer.

Undecided.

Ice.

Someone didn't get the memo its winter time now.

Frozen in time.

Ponder.

Pine Mtn'ing

Pine Mountain BBQ & Adventure
Fall 2009




A quick frolic in the pines before snow sets in and the road is closed for another season. Wait, did I really say we were frolicking? Yah okay there was some frolicking but in my defense it was only after the frog licking...

Sunset from Reyes Peak.

Here is a great idea-- totally alone in the woods w/ freezing temperatures and 18 hours of darkness between sunrise and sun up, lets read a horrifying novel about a cannibal from Lithuania who hunts unassuming prey in the dark woods, and who while his victim remains conscious, eats their brains while reading poetry. In hind sight, a brilliant idea. I didn't sleep a wink in days. Did I mention I was perfectly alone...?

Hannibal the Cannibal or not, nothing would stop Tessie from snuggling in and snoring the night away.

Writing

Writing

Working on the book, (or trying anyhow).
Bed Cave, Ventura, Calif.
Fall 2009




All the tools a burgeoning writer needs-- 5 Hour Energy shot, jog o' wine (red of course, no self-respecting author drinks that white crap, or heaven forbid rosé!), iPod, and a stack of research books.


Distraction (see also, Often).