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.
I Believe in Love.
Love is Open, Optimistic, Hopeful and Kind.
Love is Compassionate, Sympathetic, Tolerant and Understanding.
Love is Sincere, Courageous, Enthusiastic and Strong.
Love is Thoughtful, Patient, Spontaneous and Imaginative.
Love is Enlightened, Reflective, Humble and Wise.
Love is Sturdy, Cheerful, Sensitive and Enduring.
Love is Humorous, Generous, Authentic and Free.
Love is Diverse, Dignified, Independent and Just.
Love is Earnest, Joyful, Energetic and Inspirational.
Love is Considerate, Tender, Persistent and Peaceful.
Love is Heroic, Humane, Persevering and Fair.
Love is Gracious, Thankful, Happy and Positive.
Love is Honorable, Reasonable, Liberating and Protective.
Love is a Dialogue
Love is a Movement.
Love is an Exclamation.
Love is The Dawn.
Love is Life.
I Believe in Love.
I spent most of the day hiking in Griffith Park. I parked at the Merry-Go-Round and from there I rambled onto the network of trails spread throughout the park. I hiked up to the top of Bee Rock then onward to the peak of Mount Hollywood. From there I hiked down to the Griffith Park Observatory and then over to the backside of the Hollywood sign, where I snapped this photo and ate my lunch before starting the trek back to my car. Another good day out on the trail.
On Sunday morning I hiked to Mission Peak in Fremont, CA. I took the Peak Meadow Trail, connecting to the Horse Haven Trail, for a quiet, muddy and somewhat strenuous ascent to the Mission Peak. The views of San Jose, Oakland and San Francisco were awesome, but I more so enjoyed the immediate wilderness of the hike: The mud, the grass, the cool wind blowing across the hills and the cows. I shot this picture on the way up.
I’m riding through the endless narrows, across a frozen landscape. The rearview mirror has been extricated and I’m chasing a horizon that I can’t see. My headlights shine their dim light on failure after failure lining the roadside: broken systems, collapsed institutions, vacant motifs. Still I push forward, driven by something innate: Survival. But my survival must be purposeful. Survival with Honor. Step by step, mile by mile, the point is to Travel Well.
What direction I go is completely up to me, it always has been. My biggest mistakes have come from giving that power to someone else, allowing my personal boundaries to be violated. In doing so, I lost heart, I lost courage, I lost my way. No more. I have been found. I am right here, right now and the rest of it is gone, evaporated into nothingness. I have retired from the past.
My girls, our dogs, our lives and our time together on this Earth, our work and our dreams are my focus. My allegiance is pledged with every word spoken, every action, every waking moment.
The future is ours.
The New Arms EP
Produced By Matthew Ryan.
Release Date: April 7, 2017
I’ve been in the Bay Area for a few days at a Dance Convention with my daughter Lucy but that hasn’t stopped me from getting out on the trail. Yesterday, I did some urban hiking, 8 miles on the San Tomas Aquino Creek Trail in Santa Clara, CA and today I got out to Muir Woods in Mill Valley and hiked the Ben Johnson Trail to the Dipsea Trail back down to Muir Woods Road, taking in Redwoods and this view of the Pacific Ocean.
Yesterday morning I got up early and headed out to Joshua Tree National Park to hike out to the Lost Palms Oasis where I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the shade of the canyon and the California fan palm trees concentrated there. The California fan palm is the only native palm tree to the state of California, and this particular canyon in Joshua Tree holds the largest concentration of these trees in the entire park.
After lunch, I snapped this picture and hiked back out, taking in the beauty all around me. On my way back, I made a detour to the Mastodon Peak Trail Loop where I scrambled to the top of Mastodon Peak for amazing 360° views of the surrounding desert.
It was another great day on the trail. A Super Sunday indeed.
I got up early yesterday, I worked for a few hours and then I got in my car and drove out to the San Gabriel Mountains. I needed some time on the trail: Feet and legs and openness.
I spent six hours hiking along the East Fork of the San Gabriel River, crossing the river numerous times in fast rushing water as deep as my waist in some places. I put down some 10 – 12 miles hiking over the demanding terrain of boulders, logs, spiked plants and rushing water.
The trail I hiked is a rather popular trail as it leads to a destination known as the Bridge To Nowhere. The bridge itself is really nothing special, an abandoned bridge that was built in 1936, and now only serves as a bungee jumping platform and a place for me to eat my lunch. The trail that leads out to the bridge is interesting because in some places you can see asphalt and concrete slabs along the trail where a roadway used to be located, and now after 70 some years of disuse, has seen nature all but claim it back.
As I walked along I thought about how we have such precious little wilderness left, and how it remains under constant attack by those in power, by those who have something to sell, by those looking to influence public opinion. But the race to the bottom is so short sighted, and it gives no heed to the well-being of future generations or to the Earth itself, but instead it values degrading jobs, cheating and lying business men and the intolerable arrogance of our elected officials. What we really need to pledge allegiance to is the Earth, not the swarming, distended bulge of real estate and industry. Instead, we listen to, give power to and are led by people who have spent most of their lives in air conditioned buildings. It doesn’t make any sense.
As I walked back along the river, the sun was setting behind the mountains and the only sound was the water flowing. I stopped in the middle of the stream on a bed of rocks and took this picture. A frozen moment on the trail, a memo to the powers that be.
I’ve Always hated dude-talk.
From an early age I enjoyed playing sports but I Always detested locker room chatter, the conformity of teams and the rhetoric of coaches.
The way that guys would talk about girls, the objectification of women, I found it to be disgusting and lacking of Love and Compassion.
I quit sports.
I quit teams.
I found Skateboarding.
Here was a more sensitive, open minded and open hearted community, at least at first it felt that way, but of course, the other shit begins seeping in.
And then over time, it permeates and becomes the norm.
Conformity, teams, coaches — The objectification of women being offered up as “art”.
The predatory nature of competition.
None of it has anything to do with Skateboarding and everything to do with image.
And we marvel at how it feels like we are suddenly living in the Dark Ages.
How we are confronted by an authoritarian government.
Look at what we have given power to with every purchase we make and every stupid word that falls out of our mouths.
Our values have dictated our course, it should be no surprise.
We’ve been poisoned by testosterone.
The reality is, being a Warrior has nothing to do with displays of machoism.
It’s actually a matter of Sensitivity, of Self-Reliance.
The Courage to Stand Alone.
The predatory age of machoism is over.
There is nothing to win.
Let’s try a more Courageous and Meaningful path: Kindness and Cooperation.