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Night in Las Vegas.

I decided to stay a night in Las Vegas on the way to Zion and ultimately Bryce Canyon. I found a Motel 6 off the strip and looked forward to nothing more than a shower, some decent tacos, a beer and sleep in a bed. Las Vegas holds zero interest for me in terms of its entrainments, however, I’d be an idiot to turn down the opportunity to do some fun steetphotos where literally everywhere you look there is something interesting. It gave me the opportunity to walk off those tacos at any rate. Oooph….

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On the road…

Death Valley, California

Typecast by its name, the thought of driving through Death Valley made me more than a little nervous. I heard the rumors of gas-price gouging and stories of cars overheating by the side of the road. I was prepared for anything. I wasn’t prepared, however, for just how freaking pleasant it was. Highs never reached more than the lower 90s. My bucket list to do item… a sunrise 6 through the dessert…turned out to be almost effortless. The wind can sometimes come out of nowhere, and the sand along with it, but even that only caused problems for a couple of tents not tied down. I followed the advice of a fellow traveler (Thanks, Devin!!) who suggested I hike a trail just across the way from the campsite. The hike led to Mosaic Canyon. In many places, the rocks have been worn marble smooth by eons of water erosion. Pretty sure I picked just the right time to visit.

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Bodie, California.

After Fresno, I wanted to make my way to Yosemite to see if I could get away with my first real dose of back country style camping. Unfortunately, most of the roads through the park were closed and there were only very limited places to camp. My brother suggested an alternative…the ghost town of Bodie…just on the otherside of Yosemite from Fresno. He had taken his son there a couple of years ago on a road trip. Its an actual ghost town…booming during the goldrush days but then abandoned sometime in the early 1900’s. Like…spooky abandoned. The state park system maintains about 100 or so surviving buildings…allowing some to collapse and keeping others up with just enough support to keep them standing. At one time, the town had it all…homes, a bank, schools, post office, telegraph and morgue. A church, a restaurant and hotels. Much of the Mill still stands. But inside many of these are the dusty reminders of former lives and community. The high desert here, about 7000 feet, waits patiently to reclaim all of it…someday.

I very much got my first real dose of lonely-traveler style camping. All the land around the park is under the Bureau of Land Management…that is to say…its public land and totally legit to camp there, as long as you adhere to some basic rules about where you are in relation to things like roads or other public use land. So just outside of Bodie…which is 10 miles from any modern town or service, down a veeeeery long dirt road….are thousands of acres of untouched desert. Nothing but scrub grass and gently rolling hills for as far as the eye could see. I spent a chilly night under the perfect night sky with only the sound of the wind for company. I of course took the opportunity to take my Onewheel out. Sooooo great.

The next morning, I packed up my camp and entered Bodie just before it opened at 8am. There were only 2 or 3 other early birds there and I had the town mostly to myself. I spent almost 3 hours walking around and taking photographs.

My brother was right. It was totally worth the drive, the chilly nose…the bumpy ride..all of it. Thanks Bro.

Onto Death Valley next.

Photos of the camp spot.

The Ghost Town of Bodie.

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Fresno California.
I spent some time with my brother and his family, drinking his coffee and mostly soaking up some of that wonderful central valley sun. I promised my niece some photos with her horse and it turned into us photographing pretty much ALL the horses at the stable. A great way to spend the afternoon.

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California with Casey and David, my sister’s red shoes and my dear unstoppable friend John… who still makes me laugh so hard I cry.

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Im back in California now, catching up with friends and family…even got a photoshoot coming up. The air is crisp and clean and I could tell you with my eyes closed that I was near San Francisco. Im here for a few days until I make my way south to Fresno to see my brother.

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On the Road from Virginia to Oregon

Part 5.
I landed in Saint Helens Oregon on April 9th. So very glad to drop the 9000lb brick attached to my car. I took a few days to rest and restock my supplies before hitting the road again for the next part of my drive. I’ll head south down the 101 to my beloved bay area for much overdue time with dear friends and family. While taking it easy for a few days in Oregon, I got the chance to check out some new areas for running and wheeling. There is a stretch of beach just a couple of miles from me, along the banks of the Columbia, thats unbelievably great. Weird old shit poking out of the water…barely a soul there. Also, Bubbles the pug is less then enthused.

Onward to California next.

Bubbles

On the Road from Virginia to Oregon

Part 4. I took my Onewheel out to the middle of some bluffs behind my camp in Wyoming.
Note the face of someone after the best ride ever.

On the Road from Virginia to Oregon

Part 3. Colorado…

The looming mountains and dinner with my boys.

On the Road from Virginia to Oregon

Part 2. Kansas.
Also part 3,4,5 and a good chunk of 6. You know what I mean…..