I had an amazing day and night hiking around the Portuguese Bend Reserve, the Abalone Cove Ecological Reserve and the Filiorum Reserve in Rancho Palos Verdes with Lucy.
We rambled for hours down through countless trails of wildflowers, and then out onto Palos Verdes Drive, before cutting over and down the Cliffside Trail to the Pacific Ocean at Sacred Cove.
From there we headed back up to the bluff above, known as Inspiration Point, to take in the Ceremony Of The Sunset as it dropped below Portuguese Point.
At dusk, we started our journey back up and through the Portuguese Bend Reserve. As darkness fell we became slightly disoriented and jogged too far to the west and found ourselves entering the Filiorum Reserve. It wouldn’t have been a big deal in daylight but in darkness everything becomes intensified. As we moved briskly along the Kelvin Canyon Trail I realized our mistake, and just before giving Lucy the bad news that we had to turn around, we found ourselves at the foot of Rattlesnake Trail. The trail was barricaded and closed due to trail damage, but I knew it went directly to where our car was parked and so under the circumstances we stepped around the barricade and took off up the trail using extreme caution.
A few hours earlier, Lucy had been very wary of any trail with a climb in elevation or that hugged a cliffside, and because of that our scramble down and out of Sacred Cove was a bit tedious. But watching her navigate the precarious Rattlesnake Trail with the utmost certainty and confidence at night was an experience I’ll forever cherish. For as we climbed up the trail, I watched her grow and mature right in front of me. As we stepped out on to Crenshaw Blvd, I could plainly see that she now knew herself better, and standing there with her senses heightened and her adrenaline still pumping, she lit up the dark sky with an unforgettable beauty.
The dream had been over for many years
But by November of 2013, I could no longer out run it
Enveloped in shadows, I had lost the will to fight
I had lost the will to live
But somehow, someway, the days still rolled on
Every breath I took was an SOS
But I didn’t have any friends
Only people who wanted to use me
To sell their worthless crap
I was living in an Ice Age
I had walked the razors edge as far as I could go
All that I could do was turn around
Out of the shadows of the past
Into the Light of my Life
There were New Dreams to Dream
The New Arms EP
Produced By Matthew Ryan.
Release Date: April 7, 2017
For years and years I had this reoccurring day dream.
That one day I would truly own my very own Skateboard Company, and that I would run it out of my Garage.
That I would somehow remove myself from the parasitic world of brands, sponsors and promoters and the oppressive commercial culture that they cling to.
That I would find the hole in the fence, and leave the small gray ghetto of the industry, filled with the endless broadcasting of self congratulatory noise, and step out into a Wider Reality where there is no sweating scramble for profit and domination, and no need for distinction.
I dreamt that I would one day Create My Own Destiny, By Myself, For Myself, and that I would cut a path that was clear, away from the misdirection and evasions of corporate initiatives.
I dreamt of a Skateboard Company that had a Positive Purpose.
I dreamt of a Skateboard Company that Connected People.
I dreamt of a Skateboard Company that was a Sincere Dialogue.
I dreamt of a Skateboard Company that was Open Hearted.
I dreamt of a Small Flower pushing up through a crack in the concrete.
I dreamt of Street Plant.
Thank You and Much Love to the Street Plant Battalion for helping make this dream come true.
I went for a nice long ramble yesterday at Devil’s Punchbowl Natural Area in the Angeles National Forest. Known for its geological formations of up-tilted rock formations, Devil’s Punchbowl is visually other worldly, but isn’t that precisely what makes this world so miraculous in itself? There are so many “other worlds” all around us if we’re just curious enough to look.
I hiked in and around the Punchbowl and out to Devil’s Chair, a tall cliff in the San Gabriel Mountains that overlooks the eastern Punchbowl formations. The views along the trail of the Punchbowl and the Antelope Valley were breathtaking at every turn.
After spending time at Devil’s Chair, I hiked down the South Fork Trail to Holcomb Creek where I ate my lunch before hiking back up and out.
I rode my bike out to the Bolsa Chica Wetlands in Huntington Beach, CA and had a nice ramble on a trail lined with wildflowers. I also watched a Swan swim and feed for awhile in the Bolsa Pocket. Apparently Swan sightings are rare? That’s what I inferred from the excitement and chatter of the bird enthusiasts around me on the trail. Whatever the case, it was truly something to see, rare or not.
From there I rode on over to Sunset Beach to take in the Ceremony of the Sunset. I snapped this photo, watched the sun sink into the Pacific, then got back on my bike and rode home.
In January of 2015, we started this little Skateboard Company in our Garage. Born out of Love, Strength and Inspiration, Street Plant has been sown and cultivated with a Woman’s Touch, and it has made all the difference.
In my 31 years in Skateboarding, it was a rare occurrence where I shared a conference room or discussed the marketing or the business of Skateboarding with a Woman. I had to step outside of the industry, past the errors of tradition and shake the chains of commerce in order to find my way Home, into the Loving Arms of my Wife and Daughters, where I could finally Think, Feel and Attend Justly to my interests. It was here, that I once again found the Romance in My Nature, the Dignity to Go Forward and the Encouragement to Keep Dreaming. I truly have my Wife Ann and our Daughters Emily and Lucy to Thank for that.
Street Plant: A Skateboard Company Owned By 3 Women and a Street Scoundrel From New Jersey.
I had a good ramble today along the Rancho Palos Verdes Coast. From Abalone Cove down to Portuguese Point, to Sacred Cove, to Inspiration Point to Founders Park and back. I shot this photo early in my outing at the Tide Pools in Abalone Cove.