Friday, December 14, 2007




Justine finally developed the random disposable camera that's been floating around the house for the past 6 months and there were some beauties on it. It's funny how many afternoons are forgotten until you see a glossy 3x5 that reminds you of lazy days in the sun gone by. Oh the glorious days of summer...Days when it was in the 70's, blues skies, fun playful waves, and warm ocean breezes.

My apologies for a lack of posts lately. We've had a constant flow of houseguests and weekend trips. I am trying to balance the guests, roadtripping (and the requisite beer drinking that goes along with guests and roadtripping) with a heavy work schedule...

Upcoming essays I am working on include...

1. Trip report about Bend, Oregon and the crazy adventures we had there and on the drive

2. Review of breweries I've been to in the past month (or at least those I can remember)

3. Anything interesting that happens this next week on our trip to Santa Cruz, Monteray, and San Francisco

Monday, December 10, 2007

Drop Everything And Visit Bend Oregon

Justine and I just got back from a mid-week jaunt up to Bend, Oregon and I must say, Bend kicks ass! The city is clean, vibrant, and very well put together. There are tons of great restaurants and pubs. The night life is happening. but not out of control. There are so many breweries, distilleries, and pubs. My liver needs a vacation after our trip. The area surrounding Bend is insanely spectacular. Bend sits on the edge of the Cascade Range. To the west is 10,000 ft peaks and to the east is scrub desert. Options abound for outdoor activities, pretty much anything a person could want is in your backyard...except for surfing...

We went to catch a John Butler Trio concert. The show rocked my socks off. We were front row center. The band was three feet away, I've never been to a better show.

We spent a couple of days in Bend, then drove through Eugene, and then down the Oregon coast.

Expect a full trip report in the next couple of days complete with pictures and stories...

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

1776

I finished reading '1776' this past weekend. What a great read! David McCollough is an insanely good writer and researcher. The book follows the campaigning of George Washington and his rag-tag band of rebels during the first year of the American Revolution. The book reads like a narrative and has solid research to back it up. The story is intensely personal and human, I really felt the drama and conviction with which Washington, Knox, and Greene led the fight against King and Country.

I would suggest that anyone interested in history and the founding of our country read this book. It's a quick read and packed with good information. I mean, how ballsy was what those guys did? At one point during the summer of 1776, George Washington and the Continental Army was trying to hold onto Long Island and New York with a few thousand ill-equipped farmers when over 10,000 Hessians and Redcoats arrived in a well supplied armada. At certain points during the year's campaign there was only enough powder and shot for each man to fire 3 rounds.

It really put things into perspective for me. I mean, how easy do we have it right now? I really feel guilty of taking the gift of freedom and liberty for granted. Those men held the belief that they were fighting for something true and good, and they acted upon their beliefs. They suffered insane amounts of hardships. Can you imagine walking 20 miles in snow, at midnight, on Christmas, with little clothing and possibly nothing but rags on your feet, with the knowledge that the next morning you were going to attack a fortified position guarded by thousands of well supplied mercenaries? I can't really imagine how intense that would be, but our founders did that and they did it willingly. The American colonies were wealthy and many of the men that fought left relatively comfortable farms and family. For instance, Joseph Plumb Martin left a fairly comfortable life of farming to fight for the duration of the war. He kept a journal throughout his adventures. I remember reading through his writings during college. They are very good. You can find copies of it online for cheap.

What were these guys fighting for? Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness/Property...What can I do to further the goals they fought for and restore this country back to what it once was? I really think we need to embrace the ideals of limited government and put a stop to the ever expanding powers the government has over us. Do you fear the government? I heard a recent poll that said that over 80% of Americans fear their own government! That is such a crock of crap that we are fearful over an enity which (in theory) we have complete control. People, we need to take back control, maybe raise a bit of ruckus for the cause of liberty! George Washington wouldn't have it any other way...

Monday, November 26, 2007

Just Some Filler...Post in Progress

Well, I had a wonderful Thanksgiving Week! I don't want to rub it in to anybody, but the weather around here has been absolutely wonderful. It's been in the mid 60's and sunny almost everyday for the past couple weeks. The surf has been pumping and the beaches have been beautiful. Justine and I have been keeping ourselves busy playing tennis, hiking, surfing, camping, cooking up gourmet turkey, and all around reveling in the beauty that is the Creation. We're looking forward to the upcoming month, as we have several rounds of friends visiting and we're planning trips to Bend, Oregon, Crater Lake, San Fransisco, and Santa Cruz...not to mention our usual day-trips to our favorite local beaches, coves and up into the redwoods to walk amongst giants.



Thanksgiving Day was great. It was our second Thanksgiving away from family, so it wasn't quite the shock as last year. We were able to celebrate the holiday with a couple of local friends, some house cats, and several tasty beers. Last year's turkey was good, but definitely the first turkey Justine and I had ever baked. This year, we did some research and I think we nailed a recipe down. Brining a turkey is certainly the way to go. We brined our turkey overnight in a crazy concoction we derived from a couple different recipes.

Turkey Brine

1 gallon veggie stock

3/4 cup kosher salt

1/2 cup brown sugar

allspice berries

aromatics (sage, basil, parley, any spices that smell good)



Boil all those ingredients down and cool them down. Put your turkey into a bucket. Pour the brine over the turkey, and then cover with super-icey water.



We brined our turkey and baked it with bacon on top for the first 40 minutes or so. It ended up delicious. I made all of the Caywood family standards; stuffing, mashed taters, corn casserole, and cranberries. Justine made some delicious broccoli casserole and some very tasty pies.



I'm enjoying establishing our own Turkey Day traditions, but I'm looking forward to next year. Hopefully we'll be back at home for the holidays and be able to enjoy a Hoosier style Thanksgiving.



On Friday, we spent the morning playing tennis and then went to the beach to surf off some turkey. Justine and I spent two or three hours surfing really good waves at Camel Rock, until the crowd took over and we moved down the beach. It's always annoying surfing with a crowd, especially a crowd of beginners/kooks. The waves were good, but not huge...which always brings out the crowds. Justine caught some really great waves early in the session and my last three waves of the day, were the best I've caught in months.

We managed to spend the rest of the holiday weekend going to the beach, playing tennis, and putting up Christmas lights. I have almost 25 strands adorning our old Victorian by now. My main problem is a lack of extension cords and outlets at this point. I am currently accepting donations...

More to come later, many adventures await us this week...

Friday, November 23, 2007

Happenings from the Past Few Days!


Look at that crowd! When the waves start rolling through at Camel Rock, the crowd really starts to pack the lineup. Luckily I arrived a couple hours before the crowd and was able to surf with only a couple of other guys.


Plenty of good waves to the south at Moonstone Beach. It takes a solid bit of paddling and duck-diving to make it past the shorebreak. People tend to avoid Moonstone on bigger swells. I'd surf it more often if I could find a couple guys to brave the paddle with me.


Posing for a picture in Fern Canyon. On Tuesday, we decided we needed to get out into the backcountry a bit and work of a bit of laziness. We're really blessed with great hiking option within an hour or so. We hiked about 6 miles Tuesday afternoon through some wonderful redwood forests to get to Fern Canyon. Fern Canyon is absolutely amazing. A couple of creeks converge at Fern Canyon and empty out to the Pacific Ocean. The canyon is 200 ft deep and around 100 yards wide. The walls of the canyon are just dripping with ferns and foliage, with the random waterfall emptying into the creek. There are some fun scrambles over fallen logs and down little pools to be had. It's a great way to end the day's hike.


Justine is soaking up the sun during a break in the hike down the beach to our campsite for the night. The last mile of our hike follows the coastline through dunes and beach grasses. It's great to hike down the beach with surf cracking to the right and mountains meeting the coast on the left. The coastline is just so rugged. Part of our trail followed the path of early gold miners, it'd be a tough hike to make loaded down with provisions and mining gear.



Lighting the fire at Gold's Bluff Beach. The beach gets cold at night. The sun set around 4:30, so that means the temps drop quickly and there isn't much left to do besides rehydrate some food, huddle around the fire, and contemplate the meaning of it all.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed the pictures and the comments. Happy Holidays and God Bless!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Couple Surfs, A Hike, And Few Beers...It's All I'm Asking For!



I had a great weekend, most three day weekends are though. I surfed a couple times, hiked in some Redwoods, had some beers, and contemplated some deep thoughts. Now let me ramble a bit about those topics and some recents news...


The Surfs (Part 1)

Saturdays are great. I get to wake up after the sunrises, drink coffee at my leisure, skateboard to Happy Donut (good doughnuts, but nothing compared to Tom's Donuts), and look for surf. Justine usually has a couple massage clients during the AM, so I am left to my own devices. Last Saturday was no different. I woke up, had some coffee, got my doughnuts (2 glazed, 2 cruellers), and started my search for surf.

The first place to check is always 'Power Lines', it's a punchy little beach break that's about 5 minutes from my house. Unfortunately for me, the tides were high and the surf was pumping. I like to surf wedgie beach breaks, but it was just too out of control. I checked a couple of other spots along the Samoa and consigned myself to wait for the afternoon low tide.

That's the thing about the surf prospects around here. The tides are extreme and the swell rarely drops below 6 feet. The water is cold and it's either crowded or nobody out. I finished my coffee on the dunes, watching the powerful 6-8 ft surf roll in with nobody out, and then drove home.


After my lady finished her work for the day, we went to a little cafe we'd been eyeing for a week or two. Let me just say that the 'Opera Alley Bistro' is delicious. We spent the afternoon, waiting for the tide to drop, strolling around Eureka's old town. We finally made it into the local historical museum. Crazy stuff has happened in Humboldt County.


We finally made it up to Camel Rock for the evening glass off session. The drive up to Camel Rock is only 14 miles or so, but it always seems to take forever. The entire drive I'm trying to catch glimpses of the ocean from the highway, so I can start psyching up for big surf or consign myself to catch smaller, more playful waves. The surf on Saturday ended up being a fun session. Justine and I both got in and caught some great waves. Justine is starting to get used to the cold water and the challenges posed by larger swells and rocky beaches. I'm getting used to surfing with a crowd and hassling with a dozen other guys for the waves rolling through. We stayed in the water until well after the sun had set. After we had caught our final waves of the session we stood at the water's edge and watched the fog start to roll in. It started to rain and the darkness set in. We stood there, in the fog and rain, and just took everything in. The noisy sounds of the tide coming in and rain falling on the sand, the salty/fishy smell of the ocean mixing with the sweet/earthy smell of the rain, the beauty of the beach and the cliffs, everything combined into a very real moment. We could feel the magic of the area. It was a very Pacific Northwest moment.




The Hike

Sunday morning dawned clear and bright, something of an anomaly for November in Humboldt County. Justine and I knew that we needed to get out into the woods and find ourselves a hike. An hour or so in any direction (besides west, because then we'd be an hour out to sea) takes us into fairly remote wilderness areas and some spectacular scenery. Today we felt like walking among giants, so we headed north to Redwood National Park. The trails in the park are amazing. They are well kept, but rarely ever crowded. We decided on a hike in the northern end of the park, the Ten Taypo/Indian Creek trail. The hike is a four mile loop which takes you through lush lowland redwood forests into higher elevation upland forest environments. The elevation changes and the variation in environments make this an interesting hike.

Yesterday's rain had caused a ton of mushrooms to sprout up. I've never seen so many different types of mushrooms. Justine and I stopped every few minutes to admire a different mushroom. There were bright colored mushrooms that looked like coral and brown ones that looked like piles of crap. The rain had the effect of greening up the woods overnight also. It's just great to walk through huge old growth trees and smell the moist, pungent aroma that permeates the redwood forest.


The Surf (Part 2)

After our hike through the redwoods, we drove back towards Eureka. We brought our boards and wetsuits along, just in case we happened to come along a wave or two. We ended up back at Camel Rock, along with a hundred other people. Overnight the surf had picked up and it was close to epic. The surf was 12 foot plus and just reeling. The set waves would break for over 400 yards. The waves were as good as waves get. Unfortunately for me, every other person who owned a board or a wetsuit was out there too and most of them had attitudes. I went out for about 30 minutes and caught a couple waves and several dirty looks. I'd rather surf 2ft junk waves with a few friends than battle 60 assholes for a great wave.

It's funny, yesterday when the waves were good but not great, people somewhat shared the waves and there was a great vibe in the water. Today it was completely different. Maybe I've just been spoiled by East Coast waves and attitudes, but I'm looking forward to having a surf at Cape Hatteras soon.


Deep Thoughts and Beers

One of my favorite ways to kill a rainy, surfless afternoon is to read the newspaper at The Shanty. The Shanty is this tiny, dingy, stinky pub close to the waterfront, here in Eureka. There is always a variety of folk at The Shanty. Dockworkers, fishermen, students, and all types of enlightened folks seem to flock towards the bar. It's a nice quiet place to read the paper during late afternoons.
The best part of beers at The Shanty is the conversations with random other people that happen to wander in. Reading the paper seems to invite conversations and they often turn towards politics and religion. I think we could take society in a good direction if more people went to pubs, town squares, pretty much anywhere and had good soild debates in person. Too often in our society, people simply voice their opinions in chat-rooms or message boards, and aren't forced to argue out their point face to face. It's a very refreshing thing to do, I like being told to my face that I'm an idiot for rooting for Ron Paul and supporting the Fair Tax. That way a discussion happens and you can use powers of persuasion to bring people around...
I intended to add some deep thoughts and mind blowing statements, but California has seemed to taken its toll on my logical abilities...Lucky for me The Wall Street Journal, a copy of the Federalist Papers, and Unamuno await me for my reading pleasure this weekend...
More pictures and stories to come...

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Jack-o-Lanterns
Halloween 2007
Camel Rock on Saturday 11/3/2007



Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Three Days Down...Two to Go!!!

Thank goodness it's finally Wednesday. The week is halfway over and there is light at the end of the tunnel. Two more days until we can throw some gear in the van and head into the mountains for some much needed peace and quiet. I really would like to go up into the hills and catch a couple Steelhead trout.

I've been subbing for an English teacher these past few days who was kind enough to have my lesson plans consist purely of showing movies. Needless to say, I've been doing a lot of internet surfing. I've been digging a little deeper than the CNN headlines and the pop-culture news that we are constantly spoon fed by a media whose sole goal seems to be dumbing down the American public.

Here is some stuff I found interesting/alarming...

http://www.unh.edu/p2/biodiesel/article_alge.html
This group from UNH has come up with some good ideas about creating bio-diesel from giant algae ponds. It's pretty interesting.

http://www.gulf-times.com/site/topics/article.asp?cu_no=2&item_no=153721&version=1&template_id=48&parent_id=28
With all the alarmists raising a ruckus about global warming and greenhouse gases, it seems like people in an already hot place would be stoked about all the research into bio-fuels. Nope, that would be too logical...This article is about how OPEC is going to stop investing money into finding oil and further developing oil fields if people continue investing money into alternative fuels. Sounds to me like a bunch of Arab sheiks are worried that people might wise up, figure out that we are getting screwed by the oil producing countries, and lose their cash cow...

http://www.ronpaul2008.com/
Ron Paul is basically the man. In an era most politicians are corrupt or at least very unproductive, Ron Paul stands out as one of the last legit guys in Washington. I've read through his writings a couple times this week and I still get a little misty when I read the logic in his reasoning. He's running on the Republican ticket and he's just about the only guy on the ticket that is legitimately a Republican. Go and read about his positions, be ready to debate with people, and don't be afraid to argue against the socialist agenda that is drowning this country.

http://www.junkscience.com/
Just some interesting stuff about how people use science (falsely) to promote their own agenda.

Friday, October 26, 2007

A Short Book Review-Mayflower by Nathaniel Philbrick

Well I just finished "Mayflower" by Nathaniel Philbrick and I must say it was a good read. The book covers the story of the Pilgrims from the planning stages of their exodus from Europe until the end of King Phillip's War. The book really portrays the gritty reality that the Pilgrims existed in and puts to rest quite of few of the romanticized ideas we have about our beloved Pilgrims. I won't go into an in-depth history of the Pilgrims, but I will pass along some of the more interesting facts and theories I gleaned from the roughly 400 pages of entertaining history.

You guys all know why the pilgrims decided to sail for the shores of America-they wanted to set up a community in which they could worship freely and in a way they choose. I really respect their take on Christianity. They were definitely in the Calvinist school of thought. They really had faith in God and believed they were God's chosen people. Several times, they compare their struggle to that of Israel and I got the impression that they believed they were voyaging to their own 'Promised Land'. They really had a bare-bones take on Christianity. If it wasn't specifically stated in the Bible, then it was not doctrine. For example, they didn't celebrate Christmas because they holiday wasn't biblically based. They really were a community of believers, that's probably the main reason they made it work in America and for-profit colonies like Jamestown didn't really prosper.

Before they left Europe, they went through quite a few hardships. They were forced to move from their native England to Holland to avoid persecution. They were pretty much constantly taken advantage of by people who they had enlisted to help them plan for their journey. I mean just imagine the confidence and balls it took for the pilgrims to actually think they could sail to an almost completely unknown continent and just set up shop. Most of the pilgrims were artisans and farmers, few had ventured beyond their small villages in the English country side. The closest thing to wilderness around them was Nottingham Woods.

Those Pilgrims were tough people. They had intended to make the 10 week voyage during the warm summer months, but due to set backs, they didn't start the voyage until early fall and didn't make it to the coast of America until mid-November. They were short on water, running low on food, and had little beer left. They were most alarmed by the shortage of beer, which would alarm me too. The book talks about how one of the first crops they planted was barley, in order to refill all of those empty beer casks.

They arrived at Cape Cod in mid-November during what would be an unseasonably cold winter. Did you guys know that we were at the end of a "Little Ice Age" in the 1620's? They had intended to arrive at the southwest corner of Long Island at the mouth of the Hudson River, which would have provided them with a river large enough to handle large merchant ships and they might have made some money from the whole operation. Instead they arrived of the shallow, shoal ridden shores of Cape Cod. If they would have arrived 10 years prior, they would have found a huge native population. They would have seen shelters and villages dotting the shoreline and a rather well developed culture. Instead they arrived along the shores of Cape Cod and found a desolate landscape. The past decade had been a decade of disease and the native population had been decimated. People think that as many as 75% of the natives had been wiped out by disease. And within 60 years, over half of the remained natives would be wiped out in King Phillip's War.

I remember as a kid reading a book about Squanto and his impact on the whole Pilgrim situation. The book I read as a kid was somewhat romanticized, come to find out. I had come to believe that Squanto had been loved by all and was a benevolent figure during his time. This book painted him in a somewhat different light. First off, did you know Squanto had named himself after his religions devil figure? Pretty crazy, eh! He did teach the pilgrims how to plant corn, beans, and squash the native way, which I am going to try someday. But he also used his relationship with the pilgrims and his ability to speak with the three major groups to attempt to seize power for himself. For example, fresh in the memories of Wampanoags and the Narragansetts was the horrible devastation disease had wreaked on the local populations during the past decade. Squanto used that fresh memory to extort goods from the local Indians. He claimed the pilgrims stored barrels of the plaque underneath their houses and they would unleash it at his request. He pretty much was up to mischief like that from the time the pilgrims came, until he was poisoned.

Did you know that Abe Lincoln was responsible for the creation of Thanksgiving? He did it in 1863. The pilgrims recognized three holidays; the Sabbath, days of thanksgiving, and days of fasting. They definitely celebrated their first harvest at 'Plymouth Plantation', but it probably didn't look anything like pop culture portrays it. We usually picture them sitting around a long table, forks in hand, and wearing those drab black and white outfits. First off, they celebrated with hundreds of local Indians around multiple bonfires. Second, they didn't have actual silverware for another year of so (they had knives and rough hewn spoons). Thirdly, the Puritans were the ones wearing the drab clothing. Many of the pilgrims had been weavers and textile workers back in Europe, so they had colorful clothing that probably was simple, yet fashionable for the times. They feasted on waterfowl, deer, and the bounty the land provided.

The Pilgrims existed in peace with the surrounding tribes for 50-60 years before King Phillip's War broke out. After England heard that the Pilgrims were making out well in the new world, it started a whole string of colonizing in the New England area. Puritans showed up, as well as a whole slew of other people. These new people were decidedly less open to the natives and pretty much treated them like crap. The up swing in population started a whole chain reaction of land grabbing and general mistreatment of the indigenous peoples. And thus emerges Phillip, son of Massasoit (the friendly, wise leader of Pokanoket tribe). Phillip wasn't as positive towards the English and figured the only way to get all of his land back was to kill all of the newcomers. At the same time, the English needed more land and they figured they needed to kill the Indians. And that brings us to King Phillip's War, the deadliest per capita war ever fought by Americans. 8% of the male population of New England was killed or wounded in the fighting and like 2 or 3 times that many natives were killed or sent into slavery.

I don't want to dumb down the book and I couldn't do it justice in just a few paragraphs, so you guys should go get it from the library. You'll find out all about awesome people from OUR history like Benjamin Church, Miles Standish, Massasoit, Edward Winslow, John Bradford, King Phillip, and a whole host of people who are the embodiment of GRIZZLED (meaning they accomplished great things in a very rugged and unknown environment). People need to read about our history, maybe it would help us pull our heads out of our asses and get some positive stuff done around here.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Kids These Days...

Today I'm subbing for a science teacher at the alternative high school in Eureka, and I am somewhat annoyed by what I am observing. These kids just don't give a damn about school or education. I'm only halfway through the day and already I'm pretty pissed off by the whole situation. I don't want to sound biased or inconsiderate here, but this school is a waste of money and time. Most of my classes should have around 20 students, but less than half of the students on the roster show up for class. Of the 10 or so that do show up, most of them sleep or otherwise don't put forth any effort to better themselves. They are too busy talking about parties or whatever else that they find far more important than the NOVA film that is showing.
These kids are rude and vulgar. I don't know how many times I've walked past a student who absolutely reeks of pot smoke. A solid number of these kids are still high...and it's only noon.

Getting to my point...Our schools are underfunded and our teachers are underpaid. I'm underpaid. There are kids out there that want to learn, that pay attention, who are polite, and who are truly good students...so why are we funding a program for kids who don't give a shit and holding back the kids that want to learn. People always piss and moan about how poor the education system is in America and how far we're behind China, Japan, and other random countries. Do you think that China has an alternative school for the kids that get kicked out of normal schools? We have our heads so far up our asses it's not even funny. When are we gonna start making the tough choices? When are we gonna be able to call it like it is? I mean let's get real here, the world is at a turning point. It's a competitive world out there. We should be equipping kids with the knowledge and skills for them to be able to take care of themselves, but instead we are creating a whole generation who are going to be suckling at the teat of Big Government indefinitely.

We, as a society, need to start embracing the idea of the individual and independence. Welfare, public healthcare, and social services has ruined this country. What happened to the brash independance that characterized us as a country? People want freedom, but demand handouts. As the government grows and becomes the Nanny state, we lose. Let's get back to the America that our grandparents fought for. It all starts with the youth, if we can't start whipping these kids into shape, then we are in trouble.

Just some quotes from my day...
"I did a bunch of blow this weekend and my back is f'ing killing me."
"We need to find a grow and rob it, then we'd have a sweet payday."
"Sorry I'm late, I'm pretty hungover."
"F#$k dude, I'm going home. I need to smoke." (at this point kid gets up, walks outclassroom door,goes to the office, and then proceeds home)
"I don't need the worksheet, I'm just gonna take a nap." (kid proceeds to sleep)
"Don't you f#$%ing shake your head at me. Don't you dare disrespect me. You're a f@#$ingsub.
(coming from the 18 yr old sophomore)
I'm done with this class. You better not ever sub in this school again."
"You're a retard if you think we actually landed on the moon. I saw a show on Fox thatsaid it was a hoax."
"F&$# you, you're just a sub. What the f@!# do you know?"

Don't worry folks. I have a pretty thick skin these days.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Big Surf, Carruther's Cove, and the Big Picture...



It finally stopped raining around here around noon on Saturday. It had rained the entire week, with only the occasional hour or two long respite from the cold, dreary downpours. It's funny because the people around here are so melodramatic about their rainy season. About two days into the storm, people were already starting to look slightly crazed. They act like it doesn't get crappy anywhere else in the US and if it does rain somewhere-it's nothing quite so bad as a Pacific rainstorm. I am no fan of the rainstorms, but I am happy to have a couple hours without bums strolling down the street and lazing about my front lawn. The good thing about it raining all week was that it cleared up for the weekend and allowed Justine and I to have a wonderful lazy two days together, doing nothing in particular except whatever we pleased!






BIG SURF

The surf on Saturday and Sunday was spectacular, well actually it was only spectacularly huge. I really like to surf, but 17-20 feet is a bit big for my liking. When it gets that big around here, most of the spots closeout and become a mess of whitewater and foam. On big days, there are only a few choices; Harbor Mouth, Patrick's Point, and College Cove...


After watching my Boilermakers coast to an easy victory I decided to go and at least look at the waves. The Harbor Mouth is the place to be when the winter swells start rolling it. It's only a ten minute drive from our house and if the surf is going off, there will be somebody there charging it. As I drove south along the Samoa Peninsula I could see the huge swells from the road. The energy of the ocean was in the air. Standing on the beach, you can feel the sand rumble as waves taller than a two story house crash onto the shore.


As I pulled into the parking lot along the North Jetty, I noticed dozens of cars...most of them with the surfboards still safely strapped to the racks or securely stowed in the beds of pickup trucks. Tons of people showed up for the surf, but few people wanted to go out and play. Saturday morning was a spectator day for everyone but the committed and those with jet skis. I think within a couple of years, I would like to be comfortable in surf of that size, but it takes commitment, a thick board, and balls of absolute steel. As you guys can see from the pictures, it looks amazing...









CARRUTHER'S COVE

On Sunday, Justine and I took off on our typical Sunday afternoon drive to find adventure. We set off early Sunday morning with a flawless plan...We were going to drive north to the Newton Drury Scenic Drive, which is a beautiful, SMOOTH, gently sloping road through Redwood National Park. A couple of weekends back, we had scouted portions of the drive as possible downhill skateboarding runs. We intended to park at the bottom of the long, gradual hill and walk to the top, then skate back to our van. The plan was simple enough, except we forgot to factor in the State of California (which is always the X factor). The state, in all of it's wisdom, had closed our road and barred the gates, so we were left looking for a plan B.






Plan B presented itself in the form of the "Coastal Road", the name should actually be "Coastal Dirt Trail", but we won't split hairs. After much profanity and cursing of California and Californians, we set off on the "Coastal Road" in search of the trail head to Carruther's Cove. After a somewhat hair-raising ramble down the dirt/gravel path with sheer 600 ft drop-offs frequently to our left, we found our mile long path down to Carruther's Cove. The trail was about a mile long with over 600 feet of elevation loss/gain. The trail down followed a drainage and was a tunnel of overhanging foliage. We felt like the first people there all week, which was a definite possibility. We were miles away from a legitimate road, people didn't come out this way much. Magazines always talk about pristine, tucked away beaches with not a foot-print in sight.Here is a beach like that. There are dozens like it within an hour. On the trail down we saw tons of birds, frogs, banana slugs, and a half eaten Pacific Salamander. The cove itself was beautiful. The surf was booming and nobody for miles! Truly a picturesque scene...




The trail down was fun. It was all down hill, with great views. The walk up was long. I was breathing hard on the walk up. I love the humidity, but on the way up...WHEW! It was balmy.


We checked the surf at a couple spots, but the crowd found College Cove first and Camel Rock looked a bit much.




THE BIG PICTURE


The Big Picture of it all though sounds less glamorous. There are some great vistas, cool stuff to see, waves, mountains, and lots of new things. But on the other hand, what is all this cool stuff without friends and family around to share it? I'm really starting to crave some Hoosier hospitality and some Midwestern sensibility. Boiler Up!

Friday, October 12, 2007

A Rambling Rant About Nothing in Particular

Let me just preface this rant by saying that I read at least one national newspaper and one local paper daily, and I substitute teach...

I heard on NPR this morning that Al Gore won the Nobel Peace "for (their) efforts to build up and disseminate greater knowledge about man-made climate change, and to lay the foundations for the measures that are needed to counteract such change". I really don't know what to say about that, "What the heck" comes to mind...I heard that the British distributed a copy of 'An Inconvenient Truth' to all of their secondary schools recently. I also read how a parent sued to have a disclaimer put on the video about how it's 'highly political' and 'factually incorrect' in many cases...

The front page of the USA Today for 10/12 has a story about Mexican airlines which cater specifically to immigrants hoping to cross into the US. The airline, known is "Aeromigrante", flies passengers from southern Mexican cities to border towns such as Tijuana or Mexicali. Now to me, this just seems like a load of bull. Why are we, meaning American citizens, putting up with this invasion from the south? I mean, how much more blatantly obvious can a problem be? Let me tell you how this affects me personally...Say I want to go hike in some of the millions of acres of beautiful nationally owned forest land in Humboldt County or really anywhere in the US. If it's during 'growing season', I have to be worried about stumbling into some Mexican drug cartel's backcountry pot growing operation. Even if I was carrying a handgun (which would be illegal for me to do!!!), the drug cartels are packing AK-47's and assault rifles. Now I'd bet just about anything that these guys aren't here on work visas. We need to crack down on this crap! And just a side note, you guys need to look into the 'Amero', there have been a couple stories in the NY Times lately about how the government wants to unite the US, Canada, Mexico, and Central America into some sort of American Union...kind of like the European Union...Say goodbye to wealth and prosperity.

Anyway, not to focus on news too much, people seriously need to read more newspapers...like national newspapers and need to read more than the headlines. The scary stuff is hidden away behind the headlines.

In subbing news...If the kids I've been teaching lately are any indication of the overall state of the youth in America...then we're in trouble folks. I'm in California and the wind usually blows west. Granted kids usually eat extra sugar and drink two RedBulls before class if they know they have a sub, but kids these days....What's up with every kids having an i-pod and a cellphone in 6th grade. Kids are literally too wired. Parents need to wise up and take that damn i-pod away, turn off the freakin' computer, and make these kids read books.

I was at the alternative-school a couple of days this week and I was absolutely floored. This is a school for kids who have been kicked out of their original school for fighting, truancy, lagging behind academically, and just generally not giving a damn about all that is good and true in the world. Now I am fairly open minded and I go into these rooms with no preconcieved notions, but damn...those were some bad kids. People always complain about how the US lags behind other countries in education or about how their isn't enough money for schools. For starters I would say, and this is an educated assumption, that most other countries don't have alternative schools or have schools that coddle the bad kids. Everyone talks about how China is gonna be lightyears ahead of us in science and math...do you think that schools in China put up with kids that don't give a damn, kids that come to school stoned out of their minds, or kids that disrespect authority figures? Hell no they don't!

I was in a middle school program a couple days ago. These kids were seriously bad kids. Have you ever been cussed out by a 7th grader? I have, multiple times. I was thinking to myself, "Damn kid, you're pretty much screwed in life". But I would be wrong, because say this kid just doesn't want to do anything in life, except sell drugs and collect welfare checks...He can...And that's the problem! A large majority of those kids didn't want to be there, so they don't do anything except cuss, complain, and cause problems. Now wouldn't a better use of taxpayer money be to fund advanced classes for the kids that do want to learn and excel. And at the same time we should stop funding the programs that enable people to just leach off of society. Maybe that's extreme and maybe it's a biased opinion, but hey-this is a ramling rant...

Maybe next time they'll be something of substance...but seriously though...read more newspapers and be a skeptic.

Monday, October 8, 2007

To the Punta Gorda Lighthouse!



This past Sunday, Justine and I once again found ourselves exploring a deserted stretch of the Northern California coastline. Driving south from Eureka on HWY 101, one is struck by the rugged beauty of the King's Range, which stretches south along the coast. HWY 101 follows a broad valley south through the coastal range, but there are roads (more like gravel paths) out to the coast. If the highway is the artery through the state, then these little roads to the coast are little more than capillaries. About 30 miles south of Eureka, we find our side road through the Humboldt Redwoods State Park and towards the mouth of the Mattole River. The road through the redwoods is amazing. I know it sounds redundant from last weekend's trip, but I never really get tired of seeing those big, ancient trees. The road is a single lane road, often little wider than our van, and follows a creek. We managed to hit the road early this morning (no small feat after a devastating Boilermaker loss), and the sunlight is just making it over the range behind us. The early morning light brightens the grove and beams of light shoot through breaks in the canopy, some 300 feet above us. The morning sun spotlights huge ferns. Sword ferns and deer ferns are a couple of the more common types in the redwood groves.

Eventually the redwood groves gives way to more serious terrain. The redwoods thrive in the coastal valleys, but the steep rocky slopes of the King's Range are more suited for spruce, madrone, and oak trees. Our drive takes us up, up, up, and finally over the King's Range and we drop down into the Mattole River valley and into the tiny town of Honeydew. Honeydew consists of a general store, three lazy dogs, a couple of farmsteads, and some amazing scenery. The area we are in is referred to as the Lost Coast. The Lost Coast runs from the mouth of the Mattole River all the way south past the tiny fishing village of Shelter Cove. The area is beautiful and very sparsely inhabited. The roads throughout the area are sketchy, especially if you find yourself blazing down them in a Chevy G20 camper van. I really enjoy the way the roads are winding and the locals are surly. If it was easy to see this area, then it would be packed with random Southern California tourists and eventually it would be just like every other easy to find place; crowded. I like the flavor of the area, it is still very much farmers, ranchers, and people with no desire to live on the grid. It's much better for the soul to see a community which hasn't drastically changed in half a decade.


After close to 2 hours of driving through the wonderful, rugged scenery; we arrived at the mouth of the Mattole River and the start of our hike. The day's hike was going to take us about 4 miles down the beach to the abandoned Punta Gorda Lighthouse. The lighthouse was built around 1910 after a series of tragic wrecks along the treacherous, rocky, and often fog shrouded coast. The lighthouse was active all the way up to the end of World War II, where it served as an outpost to guard against invasion from the Japanese. At the end of WW II, it was abandoned to the elements and random nesting seabirds. In the 1960's a counter-culture group found the abandoned lighthouse and set up a coastal shagrila of drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll in the ruins. After repeated attempts by the National Park Service to remove the hippy squatters, the NPS burnt everything but the actual Lighthouse down. Now, the Bureau of Land Management monitors the site and keeps the site open for people to explore. The 4 mile trudge down the beach manages to keep a ton of people out. We only saw a couple people the whole day and we were there on a Sunday afternoon!


The walk along the beach from the Mattole River to Punta Gorda is fairly spectacular. The way is simple enough; walk south to get to the lighthouse, then turn around and walk north to get back to your car. The path varies between long flat stretches through soft sand, pebble beaches, rocky coves and tide pools, and narrow footpaths along a crumbling ridge above the surf. It's necessary to consult a tide table before starting out, a couple of places along the walk are impassible at higher tides.

On the walk we saw loads of birds and seals, plenty of shells, beach debris, dried seaweed, kelp, driftwood, and all the other great stuff that makes the beaches around here spectacular. It's just nice to spend an entire afternoon walking along the ocean and not see houses or other man-made intrusions spoiling the views. Nothing but nature around here. Walking along the ocean is just wonderful; the sounds of waves crashing and seagulls arguing, the salty smell and taste of the wind, the smells of fish, seaweed, and driftwood drying in the sun, and the feeling of the sand beneath your feet. It's just a very powerful experience. The energy of the ocean and the sheer vastness of it is palpable here.




At the Lighthouse, you can explore all around and inside the Lighthouse. Not much is still standing except for the actual Lighthouse and a shed that once held fuel containers. A little tiny spiral staircase leads to the top of the Light. The opening at the top of the stairs is barely big enough to fit through with a daypack on. The view from the top is amazing. Nothing but ocean in front and the Kings Range around you. It reminds me of the Neil Young song; 'Looking for a Love' (Where the sun hits the water/And the mountains meet the sand). We had a picnic at the top of the Lighthouse and just kind of lazed around in the sun. If you find yourself there, the roof of the light makes an excellent picnicking perch.



After a little lounging in the sun, we decided it was time to walk back. The walk North was not quite as fun as the walk South...the main reason being a solid NW wind had picked up. But we made it back to the van all the same.

We took a different road home and I think it's the most amazing road I've been on yet. The road follows the coast North to Ferndale. the scenery is spectacular. Broad green hills stretching from the mountains to the coast. Cows grazing lazily, maybe 25 yards from the beach. Most of the land in the area is still owned by ranchers, they use the acreage as pasture land for herds of cattle and sheep. It makes for a very scenic drive. It's definitely a jaw-dropper of a drive. Definitely dangerous though, the road is narrow and often steep while the views are great. Between staring at peeling waves or chuckling at random cows, the van was all over the road. It's a good thing we only passed two cars the entire 1 1/2 hours it took to drive the 30 miles.


All in all it was a great time and a great weekend. Even though the Boilermakers lost, we managed to recover our sanity and feed our souls some much needed scenery. Eureka is a weird and often annoying place to live, but the beauty just beyond the city more than makes it worth the while. Another weekend is almost upon us...Hopefully it brings good surf, sunny skies, and solid Boilermaker defense. I know it's gonna bring good times with my lady and another adventure in Northern California.


Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Up the Coast for a Surf Contest and Into the Redwoods for a Campout...


Last weekend Justine and I went up to Crescent City, CA to watch the Noll Family Longboard Classic and camp in the redwoods. Crescent City is about 80 miles North of Eureka on HWY101. The drive north is absolutely spectacular. HWY 101 hugs the coastline and the drive takes you through some great scenery. The drive is a string of stunning views of the rocky coastline with crashing surf, large freshwater lagoons, and views of untouched forests. Glimpses of elk, eagles, and waterfowl are fairly common. Crescent City is a unique town, to put it nicely...It's a collection of old loggers, fishermen, and goldminers thrown together with the Natives and Southern California tourists.


The Noll Classic was great. It's a longboard only contest, so it just tends to be a friendlier atmosphere. The beach was full of tents with a family's worth of boards, wetsuits, coolers, and dogs strewn about. Campfires were everywhere and it was a dog's playground. Justine and I took a couple of lawn chairs and a couple of beers, picked a spot with a good view of the action, and just took it all in. The surf was OK, nothing spectacular...but fun. South Beach, the beach where the contest takes place every year, is known for it's consistent and friendly waves. I bumped into a couple people I've met through the swim team I coach and some teachers I've met through subbing. It's funny because at the Arts Alive nights in Eureka, Justine knows just about everybody...and the people I meet tend to be at surf contests...



After the contest, Justine and I drove up into the Siskiyou Mountains to find a nice campsite along the Smith River. We didn't have to drive very far, about 20 minutes outside of town we found a great place to camp in a grove of redwoods, overlooking the Smith River. I get pretty frustrated with California in general, but being able to check out a surf contest and camp in a grove of thousand year old trees tends to mitigate the sheer amount of bullcrap we put up with out here. There really isn't anything thing that beats a cold beer in one hand and a stick poking a blazing campfire in the other hand. I had hoped to reel in a tasty steelhead trout, but alas...they haven't started running up the river yet.

Anybody who has ever camped out knows about the annoyance of having to take a whiz at 4AM. It's always so warm in the sleeping bag and it's always cold, damp, and eerie in the early morning gray stillness. Coincedentally, Justine and I both had to wake up at 4AM and leave our nice warm bags. After I was outside the van and into the open air I had a little peak around. There is nothing quite like looking up through a canopy of redwoods and seeing the predawn stars and hearing a few sleepy sounding birds attempt to sing. It really makes a person feel rather small and realize the world is rather large...

The next morning ended up being pretty gray and dreary. After we broke camp, stretched, and prepped for the day's adventure. We went for a Sunday morning hike through a delightful redwood grove. It's always great to walk in the woods in the rain. A redwood forest always seems bigger and more prehistoric with a light drizzle and some fog.

After a hearty breakfast at a little diner, we drove to the beach for the surf contest finals. Saturday was definitely the contest's best day surf wise and weather wise, but a small hearty contingent of surfers and their supporting families were huddled on the beach. It really was miserable weather for a contest, very Pacific Northwest-ish weather. Buckets rain, lots of wind, fog, and building surf. Justine and I opted to view the contest from the comfort of the captain's seats in our van. We scored a perfect parking spot, with an excellent view of the contest action.


After the contest we headed back to our place in Eureka. On the way south we detoured through Redwood National Park for a little scenic drive. It's just a greatest hits list of scenery when it comes to Humboldt County. Nothing beats driving through ancient trees with the band Canned Heat blaring...

All in all in was a great weekend and a much needed break from our busy schedules. In one weekend we surfed some great waves, watched a longboard contest, camped out in redwoods, and took in great mountain scenery...you can't beat that. What's in tap for this weekend? Maybe a surf, maybe a street fair, probably another campfire, and non-stop fun with my lady...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Out of the Haze

Ahhhh, I'm finally starting to feel better. I've been in the haze that surrounds you when you feel like crap. For the past week all I've been able to think about is getting through the day to drink some herbal tea and take a nap. I'm almost positive I got sick because I'm pretty much surrounded by kids the entire day. And not even the same kids each day, the thing about subbing is that each day it's a different group of kids and a new set of germs to ward off.
This past week I did two days for a middle school art teacher, a day in an alternative middle school program (yikes!), a day as a high school math teacher and finally a day in a freshman PE class. Where do I begin? Well I can honestly say that I can cross all of those off the list of subjects I'd like to teach in a permanent teaching position.
High School math is such a funny thing. I mean I remember doing it back in the day. I wasn't great at it by any stretch of the imagination, but I passed...I even passed my college math classes. I went into the day feeling pretty confident about things to come, but as soon as I got into the classroom and started looking over the assignments for each period...I quickly realized that today was going to be all about shooting from the hip. At least they had enough busy work to keep them mostly occupied for the entire period...which freed me up for a casual browsing of the USA Today and the occasional stern look from behind the podium if the rumble grew to a roar.
Just an example of the problem solving abilities required of the substitute teacher...One delightful little sophomore asked me to explain a portion of the calculus worksheet to him...I looked at the sheet, then at him, then at the sheet, and then I asked him..."Who's the smartest kid in class?" The delightful little lad, replied with a smart ass remark...something to the toon of "Aren't you supposed to be the teacher?" I was like "Dude, I haven't done this math since high school...I could tell you how to fill out your w-4, figure tip, set up a budget, do your bills, or any other legimate, useful math related task". But I digress...Subbing is actually a pretty interesting experience and I can't really say anything negative about it. Everyday is different and it's pretty funny to interact with different kids each day. Each day is a learning experience, it's all about figuring out how to get kids to stay on task, not throw crap at each other, not make fun of the scrawny smart kid, and keep them all somewhat moving in the same direction...

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Justine taking the plunge off Big Rock. South Fork of the Trinity River, CA


Hell's Hole. Upper Trinity, CA

Taking in the Hoosier Sun. Crooked Lake, IN

Down the line. Camel Rock, CA


The past few months have been a whirlwind of good times. Since May Justine and I have been blessed with a myriad of adventures. This summer has taken us everywhere from a Giant's game in San Fransisco to barbecues with the family back home in Indiana, we rafted the Trinity River (sans guide) and surfed some tasty waves...and that's just to name a few things. We've basically been keeping busy...

Here are some pictures to entice you guys until I post a decent length story about some of the good times which were had.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Hello Everyone!

I'm going to give this blog thing a whirl...My blog is going to focus on nothing in particular. One can expect healthy doses of travel stories, updates on life, and probably a decent amount of rambling complaints about Californians and left-wing idiots.





As for life right now...It's going well. Justine and I are working lots, saving money for the next trip, and taking advantage of the area. We're both looking for new opportunities and ways to grow.