norwegian

You go to the beach and think about sunsets and tide pools. You assemble a crew, initiate a ring leader, and use a Xerox of a photo of handwritten directions. You look weird at the trail head after taking a pitstop to look cool in and out of the car. You bring your rubber boots and fire starter so you can look at nudibranchs and play on rope swings before you get trapped by the tide. You eat soup. You always pay your respects.

Liz and Cass.

Jamie, Gabe, Johnny, and the spirit of Mandy.

Entrepreneurs of smile enterprises.

Boogie board, omnichord, Josefina's.

Check your pitch and roll, go left!

Swampy.

9ft tide swing and a Sea Lemon.

Yolo Banks

Summertime. The livin' is easy but finding waves ain't. In order to make it even harder, we hike six miles to a little cove that gets locked in at high tide. Little to no beta on the spot and variable surf forecast leading up to the hike, we figure we'll go for and see what we get. Yolo.

New spots become even more difficult to dial in with the pea soup.

KB, always a man of color.

This fella is hanging on, but some of his friends are disintegrating.

The rig, ghost ride the whip.

The bomb seaweed.

Rob and his stead.

All kooks to the peak!

Camp, felt like the lost boys up on the bluff.

Noodles, dogs, and chili. Grill came with the kitchen.

Scary story time.

summer high

Call a friend, put some food in a backpack, maybe a tent, walk up a trail for a few hours, pick some berries, sing songs, look at the plants. The high country provides. Summertime in the Olympics.

Steve, right where he wants to be.

Blue huckleberries, get some.

Flattering light threads its way into the understory.

July. Subalpine and sublime in the Olympics.

spike

Eight days on, six days off. Camping at the Sol Duc trailhead, eating well. Carrying tools up trail, cutting windfall, building features. Everything you own is damp, nothing dries. A bit of sun, and it's over. We call it spike.

Morning on the Sol Duc River while hiking to work.

Trevor, sizing up his cut.

Smallest tool for the job.

Kerf.

Clearing trail. Before and after.

Exiting the trail after a long, drizzly day.

Kicking back at camp. My hovel.

The wood stash.

Bear bins. Breakfast for dinner.

Building puncheon aka boardwalk.

Splitting construction material from yellow cedar.

Deckboards.

Big nails.

JZ, master craftsman.

Finished product.

F. N.   9.14.13   C.C.C.   F.C. Wagner.

clearing trail

Sometimes a big tree falls in the woods. Whether or not we're around to hear it, someone has to cut it into pieces and roll it off the trail. A little cutting and a lot of clean up.