The days are getting longer, the winds are blowing fervently, and wildflowers are flourishing. Indeed, spring is here.
And there’s no better way to welcome in the season than to backpack through one of my favorite forests. The perfect balance to all of the screens and apps and deadlines and stresses of civilized living, heading out into the back country for the weekend is the best therapy I know of.
I geared up Thursday night.
Rocci and I left for the peninsula Friday afternoon.
After registering at Memorial Park, we parked the car at the Hoffman Creek trailhead.
We hit the trail as afternoon was slowly turning to dusk, and were immediately enveloped by the grandeur of the redwood forest.
It’s almost instant, that moment when you leave your car at the trailhead, begin venturing into the back country, and let the natural world consume all of your senses.
There’s really nothing else like it.
What up Slugs!!!
Trekking through the water, rain pouring on us, life was good.
We had the whole place to ourselves.
We broke the gear out.
And got to the business of setting up camp.
It was perfect.
Got up the next morning, stoked the fire, got breakfast going. Got my camping brew on.
This is my jam.
Time to hit the trail and continue along on our journey.
It’s so refreshing to our state glowing again.
Dude. I fucking dig backpacking so much.
Zenning out to this view.
Dude. Seriously, this is the best.
Made this ridiculous sausage curry dish.
Damn, I love this place.