Let Them Eat Sand!
“Dude. Did you see that sign?” I said, taking a sip of tepid coffee from my thermos. “No. What was it?” Spencer looked back through the rear window of the Syncro. “‘Sandboarding! Rentals$20 for 24...
View ArticleThe Last Free Place
“Want to go explore this place?” I asked Jason as I flicked a piece of gravel from a scrape on my elbow caused by a slam in the deep end of an abandoned pool. “Yah, I’m over skating this spot.”...
View ArticleCris
I checked my watch. Ten minutes to the T since the last time I looked and still 45 minutes to mid tide. Closing my eyes, I pushed off the ground with my right foot using the same attitude as if...
View ArticleFirst Time West
The Syncro idled roughly in the arrival area of Portland International Airport late Monday night. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I watched the lone police officer maker her rounds, motioning to...
View ArticleMountain Dews for Breakfast
A long hauler turned tow truck driver dropped us off in a large dirt parking lot behind a Chevron station some 100 miles west of the lonely stretch of road that we broke down in. After three hours...
View Article“Down Hill from Here”
The syncro’s starter cranked, lagging for a second before catching. The liberally muffled exhausted echoed around the small mechanics shop in Arcata. I grinned at John, the grey haired man poking...
View ArticleThe Gorge
Cruising down the PCH on my way towards LA, my cell phone cut out, ending my conversation with Dan. I was in a talkative mood and tried call him back. Nothing. ”The service is always shit here,” I...
View ArticleRiver Otters
The sound of overflowing whitewater cut through the densely wooded forest long before the single track trail led down to the stream. Walking in our wetsuits, we moved quickly, hoping to avoid...
View ArticleJust off the Jet
“I gotta see what vanlife is all about.” “Yes you do man, you’ll love it.” Our plans came together last minute. With three days notice, Phil bought a round trip ticket from Newark to Portland....
View ArticleBC or Bust Part 1
Keeping my eyes on the empty 101, I retrieved my iPhone from my camera bag and tapped the top button, illuminating the screen. 10:13. “How are you guys doing?” I asked Jeremy Koreski and Trevor...
View ArticleLot Lizards at Mt. Bachelor
The forced air furnace kicked on with a whir, blasting hot air into my camper. It was still dark. Another hour or two until sunrise. Laying back down I grabbed a pillow and covered my eyes. Predawn...
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