Winter In The Sierra

 "Man... This wind is pretty heavy. Is your van feeling it as much as mine?" After a bit of static, I heard Beau click on to channel 4 on the walkie: "Yeah... let's just take it slow. We'll be fine." We were heading up the pass from Bishop towards Owens Valley, in hopes to beat the storm and find a spot for the night. The Weather report showed that Mammoth mountain, which is about 15 minutes north from our projected camp spot, was going to get dumped on. The wind was taking its toll and making it hard for us to drive and stay in our own lane. We drove up the pass at approximately 30mph.

"Man... This wind is pretty heavy. Is your van feeling it as much as mine?" After a bit of static, I heard Beau click on to channel 4 on the walkie: "Yeah... let's just take it slow. We'll be fine." We were heading up the pass from Bishop towards Owens Valley, in hopes to beat the storm and find a spot for the night. The Weather report showed that Mammoth mountain, which is about 15 minutes north from our projected camp spot, was going to get dumped on. The wind was taking its toll and making it hard for us to drive and stay in our own lane. We drove up the pass at approximately 30mph.

 We reached the summit, finally, and passed a small town coined Tom's Place. Here, the wind got only worse. Pine trees and aspens were almost getting torn out of the ground and ending up on the highway. Yet we kept trucking. Earlier at a Starbucks in Bishop, we contemplated going back up to Owens for the night due to the approaching storm and just finding a place to sleep at lower elevation. But the thought of waking up to snow on the ground and a few yards from a hot spring made us want to risk it. 

We reached the summit, finally, and passed a small town coined Tom's Place. Here, the wind got only worse. Pine trees and aspens were almost getting torn out of the ground and ending up on the highway. Yet we kept trucking. Earlier at a Starbucks in Bishop, we contemplated going back up to Owens for the night due to the approaching storm and just finding a place to sleep at lower elevation. But the thought of waking up to snow on the ground and a few yards from a hot spring made us want to risk it. 

 First time in a spring with snow on the ground.

First time in a spring with snow on the ground.

 Dear friends.

Dear friends.

 "Wind seems like it's dying off, but those clouds sure look dark." "What?" Beau questioned, in an alarmed voice. "I said the wind is getting better but those clouds look like they're gonna dump. Over" I said, knowing his next response. "Oh, I couldn't hear you because you didn't say 'Over.' Over." I had a few days to kill, and wanted to go on a trip. Originally, I planned to go somewhere I had never been, but I heard the mountains were gonna see a lot of snow, and I had never been up this time of year. It was the tail end of winter, and I hoped to see some snow. Born and raised in So Cal, I've seen little in my days.

"Wind seems like it's dying off, but those clouds sure look dark." "What?" Beau questioned, in an alarmed voice. "I said the wind is getting better but those clouds look like they're gonna dump. Over" I said, knowing his next response. "Oh, I couldn't hear you because you didn't say 'Over.' Over." I had a few days to kill, and wanted to go on a trip. Originally, I planned to go somewhere I had never been, but I heard the mountains were gonna see a lot of snow, and I had never been up this time of year. It was the tail end of winter, and I hoped to see some snow. Born and raised in So Cal, I've seen little in my days.

 Warms you twice.

Warms you twice.

 My favorite kind of road.

My favorite kind of road.

 Cooking dinner.

Cooking dinner.

 "Follow me. I know of a spot right next to a spring that I think I remember is pretty level. Hopefully no one is around." "What?" Beau asked again, trying to keep the humor alive. We pulled up and spent some time backing up and pulling into the gravel, trying to find the most level ground, an essential vanlife skill. We got it good enough, and started cleaning and organizing our vans for the night. Rain started to sprinkle and the shrubs were doing their wind dance. The sun went down, and I invited Beau over for a movie in my van. He surprised me by buying a copy of  The Last of the Mohicans. 

"Follow me. I know of a spot right next to a spring that I think I remember is pretty level. Hopefully no one is around." "What?" Beau asked again, trying to keep the humor alive. We pulled up and spent some time backing up and pulling into the gravel, trying to find the most level ground, an essential vanlife skill. We got it good enough, and started cleaning and organizing our vans for the night. Rain started to sprinkle and the shrubs were doing their wind dance. The sun went down, and I invited Beau over for a movie in my van. He surprised me by buying a copy of The Last of the Mohicans. 

 If you ever have the chance to stop by the Mono Lake Information Center, do it. They play some rad films about Native Americans who occupied the Mono region.

If you ever have the chance to stop by the Mono Lake Information Center, do it. They play some rad films about Native Americans who occupied the Mono region.

 Alabama Hills.

Alabama Hills.

 First light.

First light.

 Bishop Skatepark. 

Bishop Skatepark. 

 Snow flurry on the 395.

Snow flurry on the 395.

 Breaky.

Breaky.

 Spent the first night with the valley to myself.

Spent the first night with the valley to myself.

 I woke up to a loud knock on the window of my camper and opened my eyes to be blinded by a red headlamp. Beau. It was barely light outside, but we wanted to make sure we were the first ones in the tub. All night I wondered if I'd wake up to snow. I quickly remembered, threw on my long johns, and popped open the door. I had to shove it open because the door handles had frozen shut on the van. A few tries and it flew open. I popped out my head out and sure enough: snow. Beau was pretty pumped and had already been walking around checking it out. We gathered gear and headed for the hot spring. This trip made me take a vow that I would never go another winter without camping in the snow.

I woke up to a loud knock on the window of my camper and opened my eyes to be blinded by a red headlamp. Beau. It was barely light outside, but we wanted to make sure we were the first ones in the tub. All night I wondered if I'd wake up to snow. I quickly remembered, threw on my long johns, and popped open the door. I had to shove it open because the door handles had frozen shut on the van. A few tries and it flew open. I popped out my head out and sure enough: snow. Beau was pretty pumped and had already been walking around checking it out. We gathered gear and headed for the hot spring. This trip made me take a vow that I would never go another winter without camping in the snow.

Vanlife Book: Foster Huntington

 If you're a lover of vans or being outside, chances are you have come across the name Foster Huntington. I have, about 5 years ago. When I found his blog,    A Restless Transplant   , I was instantly hooked on his travels, writing, and photography. His Syncro and simple style of photography kinda made me who I am today. Foster's work inspired me to pick up a 35mm film camera I didn't know how to use, and eventually invest in a van as a means of sleeping in places I never would have thought of.

If you're a lover of vans or being outside, chances are you have come across the name Foster Huntington. I have, about 5 years ago. When I found his blog, A Restless Transplant, I was instantly hooked on his travels, writing, and photography. His Syncro and simple style of photography kinda made me who I am today. Foster's work inspired me to pick up a 35mm film camera I didn't know how to use, and eventually invest in a van as a means of sleeping in places I never would have thought of.

 A couple years ago, Foster made a killer vanlife book featuring all the wild rigs he's come across during his years of travel. Nowadays, people love looking at that kind of content. Photos of such give them this fantasy world where they would quit their 9 to 5 job and explore wherever they wanted, living on the road. Foster just made another book titled Vanlife: Your Home On the Road, which features a bunch of travelers that decided to do just that and hit the road. 

A couple years ago, Foster made a killer vanlife book featuring all the wild rigs he's come across during his years of travel. Nowadays, people love looking at that kind of content. Photos of such give them this fantasy world where they would quit their 9 to 5 job and explore wherever they wanted, living on the road. Foster just made another book titled Vanlife: Your Home On the Road, which features a bunch of travelers that decided to do just that and hit the road. 

 As Foster announced on social media that he would begin receiving photo submissions for the book, I instantly started gathering some of my favorite van photos from over the years. Foster is my favorite photog/van guru, and to be featured in something he created would be insane. Oddly enough, I didn't have to submit anything to get in the book. Foster contacted me shortly after and asked if I would contribute some photos myself. I was ecstatic.

As Foster announced on social media that he would begin receiving photo submissions for the book, I instantly started gathering some of my favorite van photos from over the years. Foster is my favorite photog/van guru, and to be featured in something he created would be insane. Oddly enough, I didn't have to submit anything to get in the book. Foster contacted me shortly after and asked if I would contribute some photos myself. I was ecstatic.

 Getting my work in a book created by the guy that inspired to do this stuff is a huge milestone for me. Sure, my part isn't as rad as some of the other few van dwellers living on the road, but I'm stoked to have been included. I love vanlife culture and the way Foster has documented it and curated this type of culture.

Getting my work in a book created by the guy that inspired to do this stuff is a huge milestone for me. Sure, my part isn't as rad as some of the other few van dwellers living on the road, but I'm stoked to have been included. I love vanlife culture and the way Foster has documented it and curated this type of culture.

 Good friend   Barky   has probably the coolest section in the book. Well done my friend.

Good friend Barky has probably the coolest section in the book. Well done my friend.

 If you feel like feeding your inner wanderlust while stuck doing something you wish you weren't doing (which happens to often to me), pick up a copy    here .   You will not be disappointed.

If you feel like feeding your inner wanderlust while stuck doing something you wish you weren't doing (which happens to often to me), pick up a copy hereYou will not be disappointed.

Summer Siesta

 It came and it went. For the longest time I can remember, summer is a time of fun, rest, and preparation for the school year to come. As I approach the end of my adolescence, there comes a time when a chapter closes and a new one opens. In my case, this is my last 'summer' ever, as I head into my final year of my undergraduate education.

It came and it went. For the longest time I can remember, summer is a time of fun, rest, and preparation for the school year to come. As I approach the end of my adolescence, there comes a time when a chapter closes and a new one opens. In my case, this is my last 'summer' ever, as I head into my final year of my undergraduate education.

 Summer came to an end almost a week ago exactly, and I've already been back to hitting the books. It's a daunting feeling, knowing the freedom of summer has escaped me, and for the next several months I understand I won't be spending much time in the outdoors. But that's okay. Seasons come, and seasons go. I'll have my day. Here's a few photos from some of my favorite moments of summer.

Summer came to an end almost a week ago exactly, and I've already been back to hitting the books. It's a daunting feeling, knowing the freedom of summer has escaped me, and for the next several months I understand I won't be spending much time in the outdoors. But that's okay. Seasons come, and seasons go. I'll have my day. Here's a few photos from some of my favorite moments of summer.

 Ed waiting for the tide to drop.

Ed waiting for the tide to drop.

 Cousin John, moments before a big fish hopped onto his life.

Cousin John, moments before a big fish hopped onto his life.

 Wetsuit shuffle.

Wetsuit shuffle.

 Driving through the mojave in the middle of summer, with no A/C...

Driving through the mojave in the middle of summer, with no A/C...

 Avrie on the trail to Parker Lake, just outside of Lee Vining, CA.

Avrie on the trail to Parker Lake, just outside of Lee Vining, CA.

 Moments at home with little sis.

Moments at home with little sis.

 Morning cup.

Morning cup.

 Wish me luck in my last year of college, as I attempt to get my life together...

Wish me luck in my last year of college, as I attempt to get my life together...