Back to the Bay

My return to San Fran was as good as my first visit. Played one of the best disc golf courses in the country. Watched a Grateful Dead cover band at a sandwhich shop. Spent two nights on the town. Good stuff.

Two Crazy Kids in LA: Bobby and Ann

Bobby and Ann rolled into town with a "let's do this" kind of attitude, so I had no choice but to lead them on a full blown voyage of everything LA. Four days later, much had been achieved: peach martinis, Malibu hikes, Venice Beach bike rides, 55 year olds hammering 24 year olds in tennis, brushing shoulders with Jason Kid, road rage Cali-style and dinners in West Hollywood. It was a vacation of firsts for everyone, as youth shined through with every smile, laugh and bad joke told by Ann.

Mount Whitney

5 bros, 3 days, 14500 feet, 22 miles, one goal: climb the highest mountain in North and South America that is south of Alaska: Mount Whitney. This hike was physically the hardest thing I have ever done and without Little Billy, Chef Schluter, Tarzan, and Johnny D. Davits, I would never have made it.

Traveling through all different sorts of terrain, from forest to jagged rock, snow to open fields, I felt like I was in Lord of the Rings, like a hobbit on the journey to Mordor. With two huge blisters after the first 100 yards of the hike, a farmers tan on his legs unlike any I have seen and an ear so sunburned that it filled with puss and looked like it was ready to explode, I think it's fair to say that Billy endured the most pain and suffering on this trip and is therefore crowned as our Frodo. He was a fearless leader, a great water boy and an overall inspiration to the band of brothers that followed him.

Unbelieveable experience, can't wait for the next adventure.