Courtney, Anya, Rebecca and I went backpacking at Big Sur this weekend for 3 days. We hiked out on Sunday as the Memorial Day throng was on its way in to the hotsprings. This blog is pretty long, so sit back and enjoy the ride. The trip was amazing and it made us all really happy. Aw.
Soundtrack: Blackalicious and The Beatles; Bonding Experience: The near-death experience; Joke of the Trip: Pweiners
7 am hurts
We saw some cool trees along the way
Courtney thinks this looks like Hawaii
Apparently, someone owns this part of the ocean and no one is allowed to swim there. That’s probably why it’s so beautiful
A hillbilly, a 70s throw-back, and a hippie
The terrain and atmosphere changed depending on which side of the mountain we were on. This was the lush, forest-y side.
Gotta keep the blood from collecting in your hands
This is actually a waterfall, but the light makes it difficult to see
We’d gone 6 miles and were trying to decide whether or not to continue. We ended up going the whole 11 the first day so that we could camp at the hot springs for 2 nights.
I got hooked on the log. Check out the cooperative co-oppers! Ow!
We had to cross the river or cross this rock to get to the campsites
Those fools traversed the rock while Becca and I waded
Hot springs and boobies. We didn’t bring suits (except Anya) because Courtney told us the springs were full of naked hippies. We instead ended up meeting lots of overworked, awkward (and clothed!), corporate men. Um, so that was cool anyway.
Passin’ around the peace pipe at night
Tasty eats for dinner
Anya’s hobo hands sifting through the trail mix in hopes of finding the chocolate
Ow mama, you rocked me!
Ran into my friend Theo, on the right, who was camping just down the river-bend from us. They invited us to share their campfire
It was HELLOF cold there at night
We went on a day hike the second day, and ran across this oak forest
Here’s an idea of the desert-y side of the mountain. It was kind of like chaparral
After the hike we hung out at the river for a while
Anya and I plunged our nice warm bodies into the 40 degree water. It was painful and maybe also refreshing
The water was so cold that it knocked the breath out of us. I was forced to doggie-paddle due to lack of air/ability to think
Mosquitos: 28, Becca: 0
Walkin’ around looking for a sunny place to lay (lie?)
This was the view once I found my sunny place
Cookin’ oatmeal on the last morning
Caution: Do not go off the path because you think it could be a shortcut. We hiked maybe 100 yards straight uphill trying to find the trail, lost it, and had to clutch all the posion oak on the way back down to keep from breaking our necks.
We stopped on the way home at some beach in Carmel
Sand is good
Whoa damn, blisters. P.S. Bryan: This is proper macro-function usage.