I’m pleased to have contributed to an article in the latest issue of Foam Symmetry. This is a magazine based out of Australia that is heavily influenced by alternative photography and surfing lifestyles. It has an impressive amount of inspiring contributors and I was happy to have been included with them. The piece is written by Cyrus Sutton and is about a camp/surf trip we went on last summer with Foster Huntington and James Campbell (a skilled filmmaker).
This trip epitomizes the kind of great adventures you can have in your own backyard. I drove south from San Francisco after a long week of work, and the rest of the crew drove north from Southern California. We met along US-1, right after sunset when the darkness was creeping in quickly and the cell phone reception non-existant. I was lucky to recognize Foster’s rhino-lined VW Syncro roll by just before it almost got too dark to see anything but headlights from oncoming traffic.
We stopped at every campground we could find, and as usual, they were fully booked on this holiday weekend. Turning off a side road, we ventured up the mountain and found a spot along the side of a dusty road… high above the sea fog and hoped we were left alone. We didn’t talk much… set camp and fell asleep after a long drive and week. Sleeping in, the sun started to burn thru the tent… we arose late and found ourselves high above the marine layer. After a short hike, we packed up, and drove down the mountain into the dark grey sea fog and stopped along a remote beach looking for pieces of jade washing up along the shore and taking a few photos. We headed to a spot further north, and parked along the side of a road… grabbing our boards and walking a long mile down a dusty and poison oak lined trail to check the surf. The sun started to shine as we crossed a small river and saw a fickle point break firing on a perfectly directed swell. A handful of folks on it.
Foster and Cyrus surfed all day, and using a piece of driftwood as a tripod, I shot 35mm film and a few polaroids from the hill. The waves were good and we all had a great day… retiring as the sun started to set, and trying to find a place to make camp. We turned off a road, thru a cattle gate and found a small group of other surfers and travelers trying to stay out of sight above the US-1 and make camp for the evening. We drove a little further… James and I slept on the side of the road in just our sleeping bags, too tired to even raise our tents, and the incline made flat surfaces hard to find. Cyrus and Foster slept in their vans. I brought some Pliny the Elders… a near legendary Northern California IPA, and Cyrus brought some pepper infused wild boar sausages that were hunted and given to him by one of the Malloys just a few days earlier. We ate good that night under the stars.
We talked about alot of things. Some of the pictures from this trip and the article are on my blog from late last year… and some haven’t been posted. I hope to have a few more of these adventures this summer with the same folks and/or other likeminded individuals. The road beckons as Spring is now here.
Here are a few iPhone pictures of the article.