27 May 2009
Sequoia Nat'l Forest & Sespe Wilderness
It was Thoreau, Emerson, or one of those other Transcendental chaps who said "A city is a place where millions of people can be alone together". Similarly, the wilderness is a place where millions drive to on Memorial Day weekend in order to get away from each other. The Mountain Home State Park (the state being the great bankrupt socialist republic of California, where you need a permit and a nominal fee to tie your shoes) is a lovely destination if you want to get away from it all. Unfortunately, once you are away from it all, there's nothing left to do besides drink overpriced cheap beer and tell fishing stories to your mates. Or, if you happen to have pretensions of being some sort of adventurer, you are more than welcome to hike on the lone trail up to the Sequoia National Park and wring out your soaking wet shoes, courtesy knee-deep stream crossings galore. Nevertheless, it beats the tar out of sitting around a stagnant reservoir and admiring the waterskiers.
All said, a nice place (running water, crappers, and even food lockers for the sweet and low price of $0/night) providing ample opportunities to plan your next move. You look through your collection of maps, reject all those that are too far away, to snowbound, too tick infested, or too boring and you choose the Sespe Wilderness, in the easternmost precinct of the Los Padres Wilderness. As a bonus, the Sespe is just about the only section that hasn't been absolutely devastated by wilderfires in the past two years. Better hop to it while it's still green. Thus, off to Ojai.
Like the Jemez Mountains in New Mexico, the Sespe is moderately elevated (~6000-7500ft in the places worth stomping through) and chock full of Ponderosa Pines. A very nice place for contemplation and, more critically, drying out.
18 May 2009
San Luis Obispo, CA
As the impossibly great Lt Col Turner (USMC) said, "You Gotta Be In It To Win It"...the only antidote to the Jihad Vortex.
Back at the ash-choked Santa Barbara Wednesday for another McConnell's FroYo fix...I had to go for the Heroin and Crack twist (small, of course). Plotting another scheme, this time a crotch-destroying bike ride along the coast. Now that the Celtics are out of the question (like El Paso), we've got nothing but time.
To all would-be ecohipsters: grocery shopping via bicycle works if 1) the grocery store is two blocks from your house and 2) you live downhill from said store. Also not the best time to buy several gallons of milk.
Checked out the well-oiled psych/funk machine called Mind's Eye at the fabled Frog and Peach. As much fun as one can stand on a Sunday afternoon.
13 May 2009
San Luis Obispo, CA
At Mantana de Oro State Park, one of the more exquisite places on Earth. Even with the Mother's Day crowds, it's still mesmerising. Ran into an 81 year old Sierra Clubber on Oats Peak...graciously provided some killer beta on the Ventana. Was also a seasonal ranger at Bandalier Monument in New Mexico...was charged with protecting the sanctity of the Painted Cave from ambitious rapscallions. Descended Valencia Peak with a family from LA. The son is a HS biology teacher/USC grad student in Environmental Sciences. Father was an electrician: "You guys get paid more, but you gotta admit, we have bigger wires!"
I'm coming in last place in the Deer Fence Wrestling Championships, although the "blanket roll from each end" maneuver may prove to be my saving grace.
Thought to ponder: anything great (the Pyramids, the US agricultural system, Nike shoes, and Permaculture homesteads) are only possible through the liberal use of slave labor. If we all had a fair wage, we'd all be destitute!
08 May 2009
San Luis Obispo, CA
Reilly was also a sap with hands full of slivers (10 years later, they're still free).
Gardeneering some Mattocked soil. Jar tests reveal: the soil is dirty. We'll give the eggplants another shot because the first round was just a sorry abortion.
May is Bike Month. Too bad it's also Windy as Hell Month. As a matter of fact, I may be one of the last chumps to wallow in the thickets above Santa Barbara, which are now so much ash. Hopefully the ticks received their karmic payback. Zen Master Mark is living proof of the efficacy of possessing a life that can be stuffed in the back of a '97 Saturn.
Celebrated the latest Holocaust in grand style at the downtown Farmer's Market. More of a parade than a venue for selling produce to Vegan Yoginis, guilt-driven high monkey monks, and the poor college kids trying to be one or the other. Found myself at intimate joint off the highway basking in Empowerment, feminist-style...but this time with outstanding vocals and songwriting Nobody expects the trombone, but there it is. Cosmological discussions immediately followed.
02 May 2009
San Luis Obispo, CA
Living the life of Reilly, whoever the Hell he is, in an experiement in working for food (I am officially unemployed these days, after all). Meditating upon the noble and ancient arts of deer fence erection and drip irrigation repair in an idyllic setting, complete with wild turkeys and blooming plants aplenty. Gladly ripping weeds and scrubbing composting toilets for a free lunch or two. Fersh air, exercise, hilly bike rides to a plethora of beaches (those in the know say Pete's has the best Fish Tacos in town; yet to be confirmed), and sleeping under the stars whilst dainty little frogs sing me lullabies.
Amongst the Lucky Ones: Artists, Aesthetes, Permaculturists, Musicians, and folks overflowing with intuition and centeredness and raw veganness. Even throw in a globerotting tether ball champeen and a blacksmith/chef who makes his own knives. When it all gets a bit too holistic to handle, you can dig some Rollins out of your pocket and burn it all away.
Amongst the Lucky Ones: Artists, Aesthetes, Permaculturists, Musicians, and folks overflowing with intuition and centeredness and raw veganness. Even throw in a globerotting tether ball champeen and a blacksmith/chef who makes his own knives. When it all gets a bit too holistic to handle, you can dig some Rollins out of your pocket and burn it all away.
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