Cassandra and Lee.
"What the fuck are we doing up here? Rick, you blew it."
The campsites were tiny and completely full, there was no accessible water or stream, and there was no real room to stretch out and relax. So, back down the mountain it was, all 15 miles of shitty, rain eroded terrain. Skidding, sliding, 5 mph hell. At some points there were cliff faces at the edge of the road, no guard rails mind you, that dropped hundreds of feet. SKETCHY!!
Photo courtesy of Matthew Reamer.
Met up at my place in SF and decided we were headed Northbound, destination wherever.
Limo party weirdness at 11 am, think they're starting early or ending late?!
I don't think that this will ever get old.
Worst service ever. Santa Rosa, CA.
Finally, outta the city and into some rad winding, swooping back roads.
Lee doing his best to get back in touch with his old buddy Posion Oak.
Stream side livin' is quite all right by me.
Lee scouted out a killer kindling spot on the side of Highway 1, making due with what we got!
Creepers in the night, shadow people. They out there.
Lee showing me a thing or 2 about the camera that I have and don't know how to use. Light painting made for a pretty rad night.
Soup...carrots, brussel sprouts, garlic, pepper, beer, and water...sucked.
Morning view of the campsite at MacKerricher State Park. The Pacific Ocean is just beyond that bridge at the top right, pretty amazing place for us to camp. Passed out the sight of stars, the sounds of ocean waves crashing in, and the rustling of critters in the trees.
Hippy candy bar breakfast.
North bound Highway 1, staring the Lost Coast in the face.
Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Road side streams lined with age old beasts of trees, the silence of the forest is perfect. Trickling streams and singing birds.
This log was not a log, it was an ice sickle. So sketchy to cross.
Last stop before heading back to the urban sprawl we call home was the Drive Through A Tree Park in Leggett, CA. The Tree is 21 feet wide at it's largest point and is 2400 years old, pretty wild.
My camera died at this point, but the rest of the ride home was a breeze. The 101 South from where we were until you get to Ukiah can't really be beat. You are surrounded by mountains and it's absolutely gorgeous, to me it seems like a mix between Oregon and how I imagine Montana to be in my mind. Hopefully gonna get up to both of those places this summer!!