Lately I have been full of a mix of anxious and creative energy, and have been channeling that energy into hiking So many miles (the week before I hiked an actual marathon, I'm mentioning this here so I am forced to write a post about that too) So
This past Monday, I turned 35, so for my weekly Going Outside I decided to just go fuck around in Tomales Bay with no plan, because it is the best place. I woke up before 6 am, took a train-and-a-bus-and-a-bus, and 3.5 hours later, I was in Inverness. It
A couple of weeks ago I was googling something unrelated, and came across this brochure from the Friends of Mt Tam: My eyes went straight to the stats on the left of the image. I thought "damn, 21 miles and 4300' of elevation, that's gonna be
This Thursday I wanted to go on a nice hike to the beach in Point Reyes so that's exactly what I did. I won't try to shoehorn this into any kind of narrative or story; enjoy some nice photos of the California coast in the springtime.
This Friday I woke up earlyish, before the wind had a chance to pick up, and took a bus-and-a-bus to the Bay side of Alameda. I had one mission: to go see the USS Hornet. Built as an aircraft carrier for WWII and used in the recovery missions for Apollo
I've been busy these past few weeks and haven't ventured out to any exotic locales for my weekly outdoor trips, but I did manage to make it out to a couple of my favorite nearby spots. Oakland Estuary Probably my #1 spot for paddling near home
For someone whose brain is like 30% devoted to thinking about going outside and planning outdoor trips and dreaming about longer and longer backpacking routes, I've been known to say I hate camping. Getting to spend longer than one day outside? Great! Having the ability to venture further
It's been bugging me for a while that I can hike 20+ miles in a day no problem, but after a year I can still only paddle for like 3-6 miles. It also limits the trips I can do and the amount of stuff I can check out
This trip has been inevitable since around this time last year. I tend to learn best by biting off way more than I can chew, and wilderness backpacking was no exception. Last May, I set off on my first backcountry trip (and only my second backpacking trip period) – 3 days
A couple Thursdays ago I woke up with a brain full of The Horrors and did not want to go on my weekly date with Outside at all. But given that I ostensibly do this for my mental health, I knew that that meant I should do it anyway. I
This project started when I realized a major problem with my kayak setup: I had nowhere to keep my snacks! It's kind of difficult to take off my backpack while I'm in the water without drifting away or feeling like I'm going to tip
I've been wanting to go back to Tomales Bay ever since my boatpacking trip last August, so last month I decided to head that way, with a casual goal of seeing how many miles I could do in a day. I woke up on a cold as fuck