Into the Sierras

 "Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

"Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

 From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

 The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

 Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

 I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

 As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

 I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

 Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"

Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"

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.

Dos Gringos

 Ahh, spring. An abnormally wet winter with plentiful rain in southern California, enough to move us out of the drought, left me even more psyched for the sun to return and the temperature to rise. The storms hitting the American southwest allowed for a crazy desert wildflower superbloom this spring, one of the most colorful blooms in decades. I craved to see these flowers popping up everywhere, something I've never quite witnessed. So I dropped some pins on Google Maps in southeast Arizona, called my friend Beau to see if he would accompany me, and left the next day.

Ahh, spring. An abnormally wet winter with plentiful rain in southern California, enough to move us out of the drought, left me even more psyched for the sun to return and the temperature to rise. The storms hitting the American southwest allowed for a crazy desert wildflower superbloom this spring, one of the most colorful blooms in decades. I craved to see these flowers popping up everywhere, something I've never quite witnessed. So I dropped some pins on Google Maps in southeast Arizona, called my friend Beau to see if he would accompany me, and left the next day.

 Cowboy breakfast. Rise and shine.

Cowboy breakfast. Rise and shine.

 Beau shares in the same love for Western flicks and dirtbagging it for a few days, so that's exactly what we did. I wore the same shorts and underwear for 5 days, and yes, it was warm out.

Beau shares in the same love for Western flicks and dirtbagging it for a few days, so that's exactly what we did. I wore the same shorts and underwear for 5 days, and yes, it was warm out.

 A photogenic saguaro. 

A photogenic saguaro. 

 Late night television.

Late night television.

 Dusk on the Salt River.

Dusk on the Salt River.

 The A/C in my van took a dump a few months back, so I've been cruising with the windows down on warmer days. We drove straight through the Sonora Desert mid-day on the way home, and had to lean forward in our seats shirtless just to remain somewhat cool. The heat prompted us to stop by the Colorado River and take a quick dip.

The A/C in my van took a dump a few months back, so I've been cruising with the windows down on warmer days. We drove straight through the Sonora Desert mid-day on the way home, and had to lean forward in our seats shirtless just to remain somewhat cool. The heat prompted us to stop by the Colorado River and take a quick dip.

 Aside from a dirtbag, Beau is an artist emphasizing in ceramics and pottery. He also makes out to be a pretty decent right-hand man. Check out his work    here   . 

Aside from a dirtbag, Beau is an artist emphasizing in ceramics and pottery. He also makes out to be a pretty decent right-hand man. Check out his work here

 Remnants.

Remnants.

 Da rig.

Da rig.

 Cooking up lunch alongside the Colorado.

Cooking up lunch alongside the Colorado.

 Snapping flicks.

Snapping flicks.

 A memorial site was placed at the base of this giant saguaro.

A memorial site was placed at the base of this giant saguaro.

 Wake up.

Wake up.

 Definitely going to be spending more of my down time wandering around the desert. There's just too much to see, and I want to see it all...

Definitely going to be spending more of my down time wandering around the desert. There's just too much to see, and I want to see it all...