When there’s no surf in our neck of the woods, but plenty of sun, we can keep
ourselves busy pretending tiny waves are surfable.
But when the fog rolls in over the flatness, and blocks out the sun,
we still have an alternative, a flipside….
Head for the hills.
Usually, this time of year, things are dry as a bone in the back country.
But this year, we still got water. Enough to cool off in, at least.
It wasn’t as hot back there as we thought it would be.
But it was clear and warm, and the stickers were sharp.
These bad boys ripped our legs up real good.
Found this nice crop of century plants.
Nice healthy Manzanita.
This debris dam is full…..of debris and silt and trees.
This spot has seen some wild parties over the years, we reckon.,,,
Just a hunch…
This dude looked healthy.
And wasn’t scared of us at all.
Here’s where we ate our lunch. Squawbush Falls.
Google away, we made the name up that day.
Not sure why we chose that name….
I think this guy was a local. And he didn’t look too thrilled to see us.
His call sounded something like, “Split!”.
Can’t say as I blame him.
As we came back over the mountain, we watched the sun set on Campus Point.
It’s nice to have options.
The music on this page is by local boy and fellow surfer Nate Latta.
Hear more and buy his CD at Nate Latta.com