Six-day trip to the Lost Coast/King’s Range, California. Great time, very alone.

Me and dog are going to drive down to the Lost Coast in California next week. The plan is to do 50-ish miles in five or six days. Happy birthday, me …

“Just turn around, come on down, the beach is free.”

Marion Lake, “tapering” for the Herron Hammer.

This movie.

May 4, 5, 6, the winter that wouldn’t end. 60 days touring, 138,000 feet and counting.

When I beefed it going downhill about 10 minutes after I took this photo, I was glad I was wearing double fronts. Thanks, Carhart.

“Beardy and The Best: Best Friends Ski Together.”

“This is the first day of summer, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.”

I needed a vacation.

Cancun for a week? Nah. Friday-Saturday, Jewel Basin out-and-back ski trip with the dog? Affordable.  

I walked and skined three miles. My feet blistered. I skied a 500 foot line. I set-up camp. I ate. I slept for about 13 hours. (Cody loves tripping on tent stakes all night.) I woke up. I ate oatmeal. I skied another 500 foot line. I packed up. I skied and walked three miles back to the car. I went home.

Good vacation.

“A little bit of springtime in the back of my mind.” April 14, Middle Fork, Skiumah Drainage. Three hours of hiking, skining, booted hiking, skining, and creek crossings to ski one 300 foot line.

Was it worth it? Yup.