Hello All,

Wow. Okay … so just got back from one of the most excellent wilderness experiences of my life. Dudes. Seriously. It’s kinda nuts how stoked out this adventure was. It is just going to be very difficult here to jot down my thoughts on this trip. I still can’t really believe that it happened.

Okay, let’s get to it.

It starts with one of my favorite rituals, the night-before-pack.

The team for this adventure: Rocci, Sebastian and your tireless blogger.

As we mobbed north to the Sinkyone Wilderness, the group got pumped.

The trail head was about as remote as you can get in this state.

After miles and miles of dirt road, we arrive.

This is God’s country.

The moment we got out of the car a powerful stillness came over us.

Three full days in the back country, and we didn’t come across another single soul.

From dramatic cliffs to lush fern-drenched gullies, duuuuuude, the place was kickin’!

🙂

One of the less well known spots on the lost coast trail, the hike to Wheeler Camp was just out of control.

So there we are, just cruising around, enjoying the grandeur of this ridiculously dope spot, when suddenly, we come upon a friggin herd of Roosevelt elk.

There they are, in the top right corner just over there.

It was absurd.

Completely absurd.

There was like 20 or 30 of them. Chilling. Right on the Trail.

Unreal.

Just totally unreal.

Lunch at bear harbor camp.

Silliness.

Here’s just some random shot of the trail.

I’ll probably dump a bunch of these throughout the post as it was just too damn cool and I couldn’t help but snap pics of it.

Old-growth redwood.

Dudes.

A view.

A trail.

We arrived at Wheeler Beach as dusk fell over the Pacific.

We had whiskey and driftwood.

California.

What The Fuck.

I mean … Seriously.

How does this place exist.

Pontz. You are the man.

We’ve adventured a lot together. And holy cow, was this one rad or what?!

Saturday morning breakfast menu.

Pancakes with berries and chocolate.

Coffee.

We slept outside both Saturday and Sunday night.

Right under these pleasant redwood.

This is the meadow we chilled at.

It too was really pleasant.

Saturday was part day-hike, part stoke-sesh.

So there we are cruising through this grove of alders nestled on the banks of this merry little brook, and Sebastian takes us to one of his secret cool spots. A tree fort.

What ?? !!

Ya, there was a tree house in the hizzo!

We climbed

We chilled.

It was all sorts of silly.

The beach on Saturday was perfect.

Gnar, but perfect.

Dude.

We brought the wetsuits, and figured we had to get in the water as we’d lugged them all the way there.

… So we geared up.

And prepped ourselves for a rather brutal shore break.

… And then we charged.

And we charged well.

Dude.

There was this solid hike up to a nice little vista.

And we spent the afternoon cruising upward.

With frequent and much needed stops.

We submit, and are welcomed with perhaps the most dramatic view one can fathom.

The team’s spirits were quite high.

Spent the afternoon in the sun.

… Chillin

… Chillin big time.

We return to the beach as the sun is setting.

And re-gear up.

As only Rocci and I brought wetsuits, Sebastian didn’t get a chance to enjoy the water earlier in the day.

Well, as the sun was setting, he just couldn’t resist the temptation to get out there.

Had to get in the zone.

Buuurrrraggghhh

What. A. Day.

And as the sun set over the ocean, I couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of calm come over me.

There’s nothing better for your blogger’s soul than the glory of coastal northern california.

My universe comes into alignment as I bask in the glory of what this world has given me.

Indeed, I am humbled. I am blessed.