Monday, April 26, 2010

Figueroa

Figueroa Mtn.
Los Olivos, Calif.
April 2010




We were a little late to catch the spring bloom in its full high-desert glory. It was a worthwhile trip anyhow. The meadows full of late bloomers quite made up for it. Driving through the windy mountain roads was a little like navigating through a life size Monet water color at times. It was a nice afternoon walk indeed.




Golden Poppies.


Alpine Meadows.


Lupine & Poppy.


Arroyo Lupine.


Coccinella Septempunctata.


Lupinus Succulentus (Fabaceae).


Pistillate Strobilus.




Monday, April 19, 2010

Buttermilking

Buttermilking
Bishop-opolis, Calif.
April 2010




Escaped to the Eastern Sierras for fresh air. 5 days. It was worth it.




Home, for the next 5 days.


Flowers.


View from camp.


Slight Inducement (V1).


Saddle Hike.


Fire.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Sulphur Mtn.

Sulphur Mtn.
Casitas Springs, Calif.
April 2010




When you get start to get used to a long winter at a cush corporate desk job, free corporate bagels and potluck in the corporate break room, sitting behind a corporate computer all day coloring coporate spreadsheets trying to stay somewhat in the lines while watching the world pass you by outside your corporate window your gentrified ass starts to get as cushy as your desk job and your individualism starts to get corporated.

When the days start to grow longer and the sun starts to shine a little warmer through your corporate peep hole on the outside world you start to want to de-corporatefy. You start to get this insane urges to go all Office Space on the corporate drones that buzz and hum outside my door all day.

("The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care... It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now... Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.")

Obviously that is not entirely plausible in the real world. So instead I pack up the dog and go for a walk. A long walk. Now when the corporate walls start to move in ever tighter going for an 8-miler immediately after the closing bell may really seem like a novel idea. Truth be told when you spend an entire winter staring at thousands of spreadsheets and microwaved casseroles and your cush ass keeps growing silently behind you, walking 8 miles uphill into the setting sun is not after all the best of ideas. But it is the start of one...




Purples.


Pourpre.


Show Down.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Birthday

Birthday
April 5th, 2010



Not mine, Tessie's. One year, went by fast. Makes her about three or so now. Thank goodness, the terrible twos are over. I got her a bacon bone. First time she has ever had a bone. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She figured it out and hasn't stopped mumbling since.




Dog Day Afternoon.


Splish Splash.


"You talking to me sucka'?"

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Joshsicle

Joshsicle
Joshua Tree NP, Calif.
March 2010




First it rained. Then snow.




Down. Pour.


Iced Coffee.


3 season tent. Care to guess which season it isn't?


Jumbo Rocks.


Indecision.


Yucca.


Valley.

Plume.


Sparky.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Xenolith

Xenolith Boulders et. al.
Joshua Tree, Calif. 2010




On sight.


Windy Lotus Flower V3.


Ouch.


Spot check, weather.


Storms a'coming.

Jumbo Rocks

Jumbo Rocks
Joshua Tree, Calif. 2010




It has been raining in Santa Barbara since forever now. It seems like every time the local sandstone dries out enough to be climbable it rains ago. With the wetness pretty much blanketing the entire western hemisphere Joshua Tree has been the only climbable place within a days drive. Needless to say we have been making the trek south quite a bit lately.

The first few trips were pure magic. I thought this latest adventure would be the same. Why wouldn't it? The drive down should have tipped me off. Five hours stuck in LA traffic. 85 miles without getting the Focus out of third gear. How do people do this for a living? Once I got to JTree all the good campsites were full of RVs and out of shape tourists trying to convince themselves they were convening with nature. Right. Fortunately we found a spot at Jumbo rocks, only about 30 miles out of our way.

I was greeted with a blazing fire, a welcoming beer, and temperatures in the teens. It was bloody freezing! The weather report had predicted temps at night around 38. Doable certainly. 15 degrees is a little less fun. To put things in proper perspective we later learned that the all time historical record low was 10 degrees. Well hey at least we almost broke a record...

After a quick dinner of rigatoni and Italian sausage we decided to have us a little night climbing. How else would we stay warm? Besides after such a long boring bumper to bumper drive I really needed to stretch my legs. At first things went really well. Despite the cold I was feeling great. My fingers felt strong even though the granite felt like a cheese grater. We climbed really strong for an hour or so. I was making great progress on this fun little problem behind the tents. I had figured out the early moves on the lower portion of the rock. I was stuck for a bit in the middle but pushed through. As I was finally ready to throw for the top the gritty rock exploded in my hand. Down I went. Hard.

My only memory before impact was the crumbled bits of hand hold arcing into the sky above me illuminated by my headlamp. The orange crystals of granite were eerily beautiful against the dark purple night sky. Then impact. Then nothing. Total blackness. I barely touched the crash pad as I landed on my back. I smashed my head against the rock behind me and forgot for a sec where I was. The cold earth against my shoulder blades shocked me back to earth. I gashed my skull pretty good. I tore the crap out of my fingers making any more climbing that night out of the questions. I skinned (literally) my leg from my knee to my ankle. All in all it was pretty dismal. The 15 degree cold didn't help my mood much.


That was just the first day. One down, four to go.





Sun.


Soak.

First day flappers, shyte.


Storm moving in. Doesn't look promising.