Consistently Infrequent.
Cloudland Canyon State Park, GA
My dad was able to convince mom to let us go away on a little camping trip. Just the two of us, men doing manly shit. We headed to the Northwest corner of the state to Cloudland Canyon State Park.
We hiked into the canyon down to the waterfalls. Which included the 600 stairs down and back up. An amazing part of the country. Neither of us could believe that this place was in Georgia.
Our campsite was about a 1/4 mile walk from the parking. We hauled in all of our supplies for the night and morning. Ate lunch, then headed in. I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure this is where they filmed the Disney movie “Bambi.”
After the hike out and back to the site, it was wood cutting and chopping time. Prepping the fire then some hot dawgs, beers and rum. The night was cold. Close to 32˚. Woke up close to 7:15 and broke down the site and made a mountain man breakfast on the Coleman stove.
Men being mountain men.
More photos on my Flickr page.
Life of a Gypsy
Like most, I like to go on Google’s Life database and do random searches for different stacks of images. Tonight, after I posted the Gypsies on Two Wheels post, I went pokin’ around for some gypsy photos. Hands down, has to be one of the best collections of images on there. This one is worth your time, trust me.
Gypsies on Two Wheels
Now, who here doesn’t like motorcycles? Yeah, I know, no one. It was a rhetorical question.
You either ride one, wished you rode one or like ‘um but are to scared to ride one. It’s okay, we all fall into one of those three categories. Just as much the excitement that comes from riding/seeing motorcycles out on the open highway, is the history and especially the graphical and pictorial history of motor cycles.
Coming across something like this amazing visual tour of The New England Gypsy Tour might make your day. Might even make you lose and hour or so of you busy day. When Ricki’s not workin’ on spot riggin‘ and filmin‘, this is what his brain is going nuts over.
This stuff is just too good to not enjoy.
Lake Big Bear and My Creators
Back in late July of the year that is now known as two thousand nine, Jeff (Dad) and Karen (Mom) made their annual trek out to the Left Coast for a week’s worth of fun in the sun with their son. This year, instead of the regular bouts that we’ve had, we made our way up to Lake Big Bear for a couple days and nights.
Our first night there, after some dinner, we set our plans for our adventure that was to be had the next day. After some discussions, interwebal research and some cold golds, we set our sites on the Cougar Crest Trail to the part of the Pacific Crest Trail to the top around 8,000 feet. With just one small misguided directional choice, we’re putting the round trip to the top and back down around 10 or 11 miles. Then after the hike, it was some damn-good BBQ then a trip out onto the lake in a pontoon boat.
The rest of the photos are up on on Flickr, you should check them out. It will make my parents feel happy that you invested some time in their adventure. And if you know Jeff and Karen, you don’t want to disappoint them because they’re the best.
180˚ South
I cannot wait to see this film. 180˚ South Documenting an Adveture for the Ages. {via}
Instant
Last night I was playing around with some of my photos and Poladroid. The first two are from Italy and the third is from home in Long Beach. There are a few more up on The BS Report.
November Sunset
Had a press check today so I had to split the tree house a little early. After swinging by DM Steele to check up on a few pages in the new footwear catalog, I hit the highway to unexpected light traffic back to Long Beach. With just enough time to run inside, grab my camera and get down a few blocks. I was able to grab a few shots of a beautiful November sunset over the Port of Long Beach.
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*It should probably be noted that the the colors in the sunset are most likely a direct effect from the fires going on in Southern California.
L.A. to Zurich en route to Milan
I am a nomad at heart. The open road and opportunity to travel tickles my senses wild. Sleep the night before any trip is minimal but, I’m never tired the next day. Planes, can’t sleep on ‘um without the help of drinks or something that makes you drowsy (advil pm is good). Same for trains. Yet, upon arrival—never tired or sluggish. It’s not until I’m home do my hours catch up to me. When I’m out, I have an “I’ll rest when I’m dead” mentality. Read more
Tales of the Trip
Yes, yes, I know, a week has passed since I’ve returned from Italy and still haven’t posted a single photo or story. Well, things have been slightly hectic and for some reason the jet lag really bothered me but, I’ve finally figured out how I’m going to unfold this tale. Photos and stories, starting soon. Thanks for your patience.
*UPDATE* As soon as I figure out what’s the problem with the site, I’ll start posting the tales.