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Saturday, March 15, 2014

Bridge to Nowhere 3-15-14



Did the Bridge to Nowhere Hike, for the 3rd time!


This is the technical name of the trail- East Fork Trail, located in the Sheep Mountain Wilderness, above Azusa, CA.

Trail info: http://www.hikespeak.com/trails/bridge-to-nowhere-hike-los-angeles/










Creative crossings.... five one way, five back, this time... it changes it seems.  
Your shoes will get wet though, that is a definite. 



About 2~2.5 miles in.


These damn things are everywhere and they hurt!  Make sure to wear long pants.  




This time I took 25-30 pounds on my back.  30 to start, carrying extra water and food, but it went down as the day went on.  I have to figure out how not to get so bruised on my shoulders....  Or maybe that is just something you have to suck up and deal with.


Owwww....

This time also, I balanced well on all of the rocks.  Amazing!  I jumped from rock to rock on the stream, barely getting my feet wet.  Slacklining and practice really does help with balance... so does confidence.  

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Don't mind me...

... just here, climbing mountains and all.. I realized this week, the strange contradiction involved with adventure. It is a lonely business, and yet you meet so many people along the way, and make a core group of friends that are rivaled by very few. You will keep in touch with these people across continents, but you must always continue on your way. I climbed a mountain, while sick, this past sunday, and the feeling of standing on the top of a mountain that you just struggled up, is simply amazing... and yet it is one that so few are willing to share the struggle and the moment with you. This past hike, we were the only people on that mountain for awhile. We sat there staring in awe at the view, and took pictures, in an attempt to share the moment. Interesting.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Camp and New England: The people I met this summer

This was an amazing summer, and I met a ton of amazing people, and saw a large part of the country.  I will never forget my time with them, and I am confident we will see each other again.


The thing reinforced to me, was the fact that everyone has a story, and no one is all that they seem to be.  I saw American Ivy League students, pass judgement on those who did not speak fluent English, and stupidly assuming that they were less intelligent. In fact, they were probably the smartest ones at the camp.  A medical student, environmental engineer, Viola player (not sure what you call them), internal business student, ping pong champion, etc. Actually many East European students, who were hired as the "help" in USA camps for the summer, as reflected the same experiences...  The counselors, especially American counselors, kept away from them. Its a pity for them really.

I know this is common everywhere, but it never fails to astound me.

The stories of the locals that worked with and for the camp also captivated me.  No one talked much to them either, but they could care less really.  

I met people from all around Europe, and the East Coast... I was one of the only West Coast folk there.  There were some working at a school in Cali, but they are not natives.  It amazes me how different the East Coast is from the West Coast, and how the general culture can vary from town to town.  Even the accents change.

Also, and I say this with no intention to offend, but I have honestly never been around so many high upper-middle class, and upper class people in my life.  Ivy League Schools are such a far thought for those in my area, and boarding schools were some mythical place that kings and heirs to financial dynasties are sent away to.

Above all, I realized, that for living in such a large and diverse part of the USA, I really knew nothing of the world.  Small town mindset is not limited to small towns apparently.  There are people out there who honestly never struggled financially a day in their life... and there are a lot of them. Some people think eating Taco Bell, and making 'burritos' at home signifies that they embrace the Latino culture (they even asked me if I spoke Mexican).  There is also a whole other culture and way of living, that I haven't a clue about.  I still don't know what Squash is (not the food, but apparently a sport?).  I just found out what Lacrosse is... Rowing is not a big sport out here, etc. etc.





The 2013 Staff



Best people to travel with.  Ever.