Posted in Cycling,TravelJune 24, 2014
Roosevelt is a tiny stop-over town in the heart of Utah’s oil fields. Trucks come lumbering through from Duschene or Vernal almost every 60 seconds, stopping rarely for a coffee or some gas. There wasn’t much to do for two days while Dadams recovered besides watching Fast and Furious 6, so Parker and I hung out at the hotel pool, and spent a while at the best place in town - Marion’s Variety – for sandwiches and amazing ice cream shakes. We chatted with the waitresses and the owner for a while, learned a bit about the town, and when we leaving, the owner told us to not worry about the bill and to just “have a safe ride.” The kindness in this part of the country is nothing like the temperament out East. Niceness is truth out here; it’s quieter, less showy than the extreme politeness of the Southeast and more freely given than the cold North. It is humble, honest, and from the heart. It is a pleasant reminder of humanity’s better half.
Posted in Cycling,TravelJune 23, 2014
“Guys, I don’t think I am going to make it.” When you hear something like that from a guy like Dadams, you know he is hurting. Parker and I were on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, Utah, watching Dadams’ slow decent into fever and sickness. “Alright, lets flag down a truck,” said Parker, with a mix of concern and confidence. Parker and Dadams had already been through the gauntlet; four weeks on the road and they were already seasoned bike tourers. A truck with a really nice young couple returning from bow-hunting turkeys picked us up and dropped us off in the nearest town, 10 miles down the road. We then hitched again 40 miles to the next town, Roosevelt, UT, where Dadams crashed and recovered in the hotel for the next two days.
Life on the road is a very different kind of existence. Some problems become more acute, but most of life’s problems simply disappear; replaced with a beautiful string of endless change and diverse experiences. Doing a bike tour isn’t much different than a long hiking trip or a road trip - your life’s hierarchy is simply reevaluated, restructured, and reordered. It is a spectacular kind of lifestyle.
Posted in Cycling,TravelMay 24, 2014
I am going on a bike ride! Expect pain, suffering, beauty, and awesomeness!
The Getty Villa is one of America’s great modern buildings. Originally built in 1974 by J. Paul Getty to house his personal art and antiquities collection, the museum was renovated and expanded by Machado Silvetti Architects from 1993 to 2006. Since it has been re-opened, it has been extensively written about and praised, with a new spanish monograph coming out this past year.
Posted in Photography,TravelMarch 17, 2014
I was in LA a few weeks ago, visiting my friend Nirav. He has been working his ass off at Oculus, so I felt obliged to go out and bother him for a few days. I went with my friend Chris, and while we were out there we were lucky enough to have some friends join us for the weekend. It was a great trip, with time spent at the Getty Villa, hiking Griffith Park, watching sunsets on the beach, and most importantly, eating tacos.
Posted in PhotographyJanuary 17, 2014
One weekend, close friends, a tiny cabin, and some epic skiing made for a pretty rad start to 2014.
Posted in Projects,TravelAugust 10, 2013
I was digging around in some boxes last weekend and stumbled across a Rand McNally Road Atlas that I had marked up along a road trip I took in 2010 with my good friends Amrita, Oliver, and Spencer. The route took us from Santa Barbara to Summer Camp Music Festival and back, with a long stay in Boulder with Oliver’s family. I couldn’t help but map it out.
Posted in Photography,TravelAugust 5, 2013
Chris and I found ourselves up in Moosehead Lake, Maine recently and could not pass up an opportunity to cross something off our bucket list: hike Mount Katahdin. Since new rolls of film were nowhere to be found up north, Meg was thoughtful enough to buy me a little Fujifilm disposable camera for the hike. It was a perfect companion and made for some enjoyable curation.
Posted in Rumblings,TravelSeptember 10, 2011
This is a minimalist backpacking list for anyone going to the warmer parts of the developing world. This is my personal list, created and refined over six months of backpacking around India in 2011. It is amazing how little you need when you wash your clothes in the sink and try not to sleep outside.
Posted in Rumblings,TravelAugust 1, 2011
Now here in Part III, we are getting into more personal opinions. The goal when traveling is to be happy. For me, that happiness comes when I get into where I am. Some travelers (from all over the world) don’t really bother – they wear their REI zip-off pants and safari hats and snap their D3000′s at anything that moves. And that’s awesome – they get the people who come up to them to chat with “the foreigner” and maybe even sell them something, and that makes them happy. Others enjoy stepping off the plane, pulling out their canvas knapsack and kurta, and trouncing around the country on a dollar a day. And that’s awesome too – they too get the people who come up to them to chat with “the foreigner,” and that makes them happy.
But I like taking a third approach, one that falls somewhere in between (although closer to the latter rather than the former). I try to dress totally neutral. I dress like the locals with pants and either collared shirts or t-shirts. I don’t carry a backpack around all day, and my camera stays in my pocket until I want to use it. I don’t wear any jewelry or branded clothes that scream out what class I am. I make it my job to learn as much of the local language as I can and to really get the pronunciation right. And I spend as much time outside getting into where I am as possible.