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



