All over the place
It took me about a month to get through Oregon, but I'll be in and out of California in 3 or 4 days: Tomorrow I leave for England for 10 days. I'll leave Fred (the truck) behind in Cali and switch to a rental car on the wrong side of the road.
In typical California fashion I had a "fucking california" moment when first entering the state. I looked on the Internet for some bouldering locations. "Oh, you know just down the road from where are now there's a great one, and just down the road from that another good one." Fucking California.
I went through Redwood National Park and its surround State Parks. In California the national park system can't be trusted to host the campgrounds, the state parks take care of it.
What makes the Redwoods so great, besides being beautiful and tall, is the quality of the shade they generate.
At one of the climbing places (Moonstone I think) I got back on a rope with some folk that were there, but was too tired from bouldering at the place up the road earlier in the day (my tips were also bleeding. "My tips are shredded bra.) to make much headway on a 5.12 something with a 5.11 something variation. I was shooting for the variation but gave up after a few attempts on the lower crux.
Travelling as a solo climber would be a lot easier if I liked to get stoned. Especially in Northern California.
In Point Reyes National Seashore, I slept stealth in a busy non-camping parking lot: Unfold the bouldering pad to cover the opening where my head usually is. Keeps out the light and keeps prying eyes from seeing me. I'm just another empty truck waiting on its backpacking driver.
I've known this for some time, but I'm reminded: When I enter a metropolitan area, even just a few thousand people, I get really grumpy. It used to be I would get anxious. Now I get angry and disappointed. Why do people choose to live so crowded in a constant state of being on the lookout for other people and waiting?
After England I'll be back in the bay area for at least a week, then continuing South.
In typical California fashion I had a "fucking california" moment when first entering the state. I looked on the Internet for some bouldering locations. "Oh, you know just down the road from where are now there's a great one, and just down the road from that another good one." Fucking California.
I went through Redwood National Park and its surround State Parks. In California the national park system can't be trusted to host the campgrounds, the state parks take care of it.
What makes the Redwoods so great, besides being beautiful and tall, is the quality of the shade they generate.
At one of the climbing places (Moonstone I think) I got back on a rope with some folk that were there, but was too tired from bouldering at the place up the road earlier in the day (my tips were also bleeding. "My tips are shredded bra.) to make much headway on a 5.12 something with a 5.11 something variation. I was shooting for the variation but gave up after a few attempts on the lower crux.
Travelling as a solo climber would be a lot easier if I liked to get stoned. Especially in Northern California.
In Point Reyes National Seashore, I slept stealth in a busy non-camping parking lot: Unfold the bouldering pad to cover the opening where my head usually is. Keeps out the light and keeps prying eyes from seeing me. I'm just another empty truck waiting on its backpacking driver.
I've known this for some time, but I'm reminded: When I enter a metropolitan area, even just a few thousand people, I get really grumpy. It used to be I would get anxious. Now I get angry and disappointed. Why do people choose to live so crowded in a constant state of being on the lookout for other people and waiting?
After England I'll be back in the bay area for at least a week, then continuing South.