Eve of Easter

 Saturday evening. The night before Easter, 2017. In fact, it's Avrie and my fourth Easter together. The stress of school and the longing to graduate have left us eager to get outside and not think of our responsibilities. We spent our time off back home with friends and family. The night before the big day, I surprised Avrie with some berries and San Pellegrino, and we loaded up the van and headed to the lake.

Saturday evening. The night before Easter, 2017. In fact, it's Avrie and my fourth Easter together. The stress of school and the longing to graduate have left us eager to get outside and not think of our responsibilities. We spent our time off back home with friends and family. The night before the big day, I surprised Avrie with some berries and San Pellegrino, and we loaded up the van and headed to the lake.

 Watching the sun go down.

Watching the sun go down.

 Walked up a dirt road and saw a mini bee farm. Good to see these things around.

Walked up a dirt road and saw a mini bee farm. Good to see these things around.

 As you can see, Avrie likes flowers.

As you can see, Avrie likes flowers.

 Gathering a bouquet.

Gathering a bouquet.

 Cockpit.

Cockpit.

 Snack time.

Snack time.

 Its days like these that make me long for days off, and spending them with people I enjoy being around. Especially people like Avrie. Summers around the corner, and I'm hoping to get back outside and shoot some more photos. I'm psyching. Happy Easter.

Its days like these that make me long for days off, and spending them with people I enjoy being around. Especially people like Avrie. Summers around the corner, and I'm hoping to get back outside and shoot some more photos. I'm psyching. Happy Easter.

A Wild Notion: One Year Anniversary

 Today marks one year since starting this blog, A Wild Notion. A lot has happened over the year, positive and negative, but I'm looking forward to what lies in my path ahead. I haven't posted as much as planned over the year due to school getting in the way, but I'm hoping that will change. I'm still stoked on creating a space for my thoughts and photos. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I hope you enjoy and continue tagging along...  -Sean

Today marks one year since starting this blog, A Wild Notion. A lot has happened over the year, positive and negative, but I'm looking forward to what lies in my path ahead. I haven't posted as much as planned over the year due to school getting in the way, but I'm hoping that will change. I'm still stoked on creating a space for my thoughts and photos. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I hope you enjoy and continue tagging along...

-Sean

First Time In The Northwest (Pt. 2)

  "According to this map, the trail seems to be only four miles roundtrip... That's not  too  bad," Caleb told the rest of us as we waited in the vans. His excitement, despite the news of the long haul,  gave us hope that maybe we would be surfing this hidden wave we found on Google Maps. Caleb jogged back to the rest of us with a huge grin on his face.    "Welp, let's park before other hikers get here and gather our gear. We'll lug it all down to the beach. Probably won't take too long." James cranked the wheel as we u-turned and pulled into a spot. Our friends Caleb and Kyle Babcock drove down from Seattle   to join in our surf extravaganza on the Oregon coast. Caleb and his wife Arianna just recently invested in their second adventuremobile, a VW Vanagon. The brothers were eager to get in the water and escape the suburbia bustle of Seattle.    

"According to this map, the trail seems to be only four miles roundtrip... That's not too bad," Caleb told the rest of us as we waited in the vans. His excitement, despite the news of the long haul,  gave us hope that maybe we would be surfing this hidden wave we found on Google Maps. Caleb jogged back to the rest of us with a huge grin on his face.

"Welp, let's park before other hikers get here and gather our gear. We'll lug it all down to the beach. Probably won't take too long." James cranked the wheel as we u-turned and pulled into a spot. Our friends Caleb and Kyle Babcock drove down from Seattle to join in our surf extravaganza on the Oregon coast. Caleb and his wife Arianna just recently invested in their second adventuremobile, a VW Vanagon. The brothers were eager to get in the water and escape the suburbia bustle of Seattle.

 

 The night before, the four of us planned to head south from Cannon beach to a cove we heard about from some locals. We had no idea if there would be any surf, due to a few days of finicky surf reports. But we were ready to try. We arrived at the trailhead around 6 am, and started to gather up surfboards, gear, and a few snacks. We knew we were going to do some hiking, but we did not know what exactly was in store for us. 

The night before, the four of us planned to head south from Cannon beach to a cove we heard about from some locals. We had no idea if there would be any surf, due to a few days of finicky surf reports. But we were ready to try. We arrived at the trailhead around 6 am, and started to gather up surfboards, gear, and a few snacks. We knew we were going to do some hiking, but we did not know what exactly was in store for us. 

 We started on the trail, and after only a few switchbacks, we were starting to feel it.   "Can't be too much farther, I think I can see the water from right here," Kyle said as he led the crew. I wish he was right...

We started on the trail, and after only a few switchbacks, we were starting to feel it. 

"Can't be too much farther, I think I can see the water from right here," Kyle said as he led the crew. I wish he was right...

 Unloading gear.

Unloading gear.

 Manzanita.

Manzanita.

 Caleb's impressively worn in Birkenstocks.

Caleb's impressively worn in Birkenstocks.

 After what seemed way more than two miles in, we finally touched the white sand with our aching feet. This was the first time we were able to check the surf, and we were already pretty committed, which made the moment of truth even more intense. As we descended from the tall pines, we could see small but surfable waves breaking. Maybe 2-3 occasional 4 foot sets. It was small, but we were suiting up. The stoke was high.

After what seemed way more than two miles in, we finally touched the white sand with our aching feet. This was the first time we were able to check the surf, and we were already pretty committed, which made the moment of truth even more intense. As we descended from the tall pines, we could see small but surfable waves breaking. Maybe 2-3 occasional 4 foot sets. It was small, but we were suiting up. The stoke was high.

 Arguably one of the most wildest, scenic spots I've ever surfed in my life.

Arguably one of the most wildest, scenic spots I've ever surfed in my life.

 I could live in the Pacific Northwest someday...

I could live in the Pacific Northwest someday...

    Caleb Babcock    and his new rig. I was so hyped on it.

Caleb Babcock and his new rig. I was so hyped on it.

 Breakfast supplies.

Breakfast supplies.

 The legend himself at the helm, James Barkman.

The legend himself at the helm, James Barkman.

 We shared nonstop waves for two hours, having a blast and cheering each other on in the small conditions. We got out feeling satisfied and threw the frisbee around for a little bit. All was well and joyous, until we started to realize what lied before us. The hike in was constant switchbacks, fortunately all down hill. As that was helpful on the way in, we all realized very quickly that if it was downhill on the way in, it would be entirely uphill on the way out, for two miles. Let's pause for a second and let me remind you something: we were hiking with surfboards, wetsuits, towels, and full backpacks (also let me throw in that I was carrying a longboard). This was not your average hike. We saddled up, said a farewell to the spot, and began the ascent. 

We shared nonstop waves for two hours, having a blast and cheering each other on in the small conditions. We got out feeling satisfied and threw the frisbee around for a little bit. All was well and joyous, until we started to realize what lied before us. The hike in was constant switchbacks, fortunately all down hill. As that was helpful on the way in, we all realized very quickly that if it was downhill on the way in, it would be entirely uphill on the way out, for two miles. Let's pause for a second and let me remind you something: we were hiking with surfboards, wetsuits, towels, and full backpacks (also let me throw in that I was carrying a longboard). This was not your average hike. We saddled up, said a farewell to the spot, and began the ascent. 

 Coffee time.

Coffee time.

 Looking for a spot to have an evening fire.

Looking for a spot to have an evening fire.

 I've always had a special place for cool lighthouses.

I've always had a special place for cool lighthouses.

 Kicking up some sand.

Kicking up some sand.

 Kyle started one of the fastest campfires I've ever seen.

Kyle started one of the fastest campfires I've ever seen.

 Grind.

Grind.

 An Oregon Summer.

An Oregon Summer.

 Room with a view.

Room with a view.

 Another one from Kiwanda.

Another one from Kiwanda.

 Kyle, post-hike.

Kyle, post-hike.

 An hour later, we arrived back at the trail head. I don't think I have sweated more in my life than at this point in time. My toes were blistered after hiking in my Teva's and my shoulders sore from carrying a soaked wetsuit and a longboard. I laid down the board right in the middle of the sidewalk because I just couldn't carry that thing 5 more feet. The guys slowly arrived and didn't even have the energy to share any words about what we had just gone through. We all knew what each other was feeling. We spent the next few hours in Caleb's van drinking delicious coffee, letting our feet heal, and cooking supper. Even though it wasn't too long after we had finished the hike, we were already looking back on it laughing and realizing it was definitely a memorable event. That's something I am really fascinated by about surfing. Some go to the extent of completely tiring themselves out just to find a wave that may or may not exist, a wave that may or may not ever even break. Surfers will travel miles and may not even have the opportunity to get in the water. But that's the way we like it. The effort to get to the surf makes it just that much worth it to catch a few waves.  Sometimes the risk is worth the reward...

An hour later, we arrived back at the trail head. I don't think I have sweated more in my life than at this point in time. My toes were blistered after hiking in my Teva's and my shoulders sore from carrying a soaked wetsuit and a longboard. I laid down the board right in the middle of the sidewalk because I just couldn't carry that thing 5 more feet. The guys slowly arrived and didn't even have the energy to share any words about what we had just gone through. We all knew what each other was feeling. We spent the next few hours in Caleb's van drinking delicious coffee, letting our feet heal, and cooking supper. Even though it wasn't too long after we had finished the hike, we were already looking back on it laughing and realizing it was definitely a memorable event. That's something I am really fascinated by about surfing. Some go to the extent of completely tiring themselves out just to find a wave that may or may not exist, a wave that may or may not ever even break. Surfers will travel miles and may not even have the opportunity to get in the water. But that's the way we like it. The effort to get to the surf makes it just that much worth it to catch a few waves. Sometimes the risk is worth the reward...

This trip I had the pleasure of meeting a very talented and caring guy by the name of Caleb Babcock. I had been following his work for a number of years and had a great time getting to know him and seeing what he does best. He made a short edit of our days spent hounding for waves on the Oregon coast, and it's one of the raddest edits I've seen in a while. You may just see yours truly on a small but fun little wave. Check it out above or by going to his Vimeo page. Thanks for reading about one of the best trips I've ever had.

Here are some more links:

Instagram: @seanrcollier

@cameracaleb

@jamesbarkman

Tumblr: solitudeseeking.tumblr.com

embarkmants.tumblr.com (James' 35mm film from the trip)