santa cruz

carne en su jugo

mrs. camper

string lines at work

mackerel two ways

the real orange county

exited the 5 to explore some feral abandon orange groves, tasty!

this thang ain't dead.

been manual laboring for the past two months. today was my last day. life's bout to get hell of a lot more interesting (and as a result beachfleas will too!).
central california bound, then mexico, then movin to maine to cook on a private island. stay tuned, we're back in the saddle.

britt&matt share one to themselves

south swell reef exploration on the hobie power skiff

willy via patagonia

check wilbur out on patagonia's tumblr...

“Papa Bill’s Ocean Blue Jacket”

My Dad gave me this old blue fleece lined jacket when I graduated from high school and headed off to San Antonio for the Air Force’s Pararescue training pipeline. Since then I’ve worn it all over the states adventuring. I have worn it rock climbing and backpacking in the mountains of New Mexico outside Albuquerque, back country skiing and sailing the Kenai Fjords National Park in Alaska where I am now stationed. I even wear it out on the town quite often. My favorite thing about this jacket though, and its biggest adventure, was when my Mom bought it for my Dad back in the 80’s for an ocean crossing on his new trimaran from Marina Del Rey, California down the coast of Baja, to Cabo and then across the Pacific to Maui where they were living at the time. I look up to my Dad for inspiration in my own sailing now as I hope to hone my skills and do some ocean crossings myself. Unfortunately the zipper broke a few months back making it impractical to wear as much, but I recently busted it out for a bluebird day of skiing the headwaters at Moonlight Basin, Montana with my buddy Niles who took this photo in hopes to make onto the Wornwear blog.

austin day 3

all the neighborhoods in austin are full of cool little houses, good sized yards/gardens, and not all built up and tasteless like so many places

stopped into the black star co-op pub and brewery, for a brew and a bite 

bouldin creek cafe, for a coffee, food looked good too

resistencia bookshop

the colorado river winds through town, and is a central relief from the heat for many

barton springs...a cold spring fed swimming hole, understandably busy on a sunday when it's in the mid 90's

a poor attempt at capturing the river of bats flowing out from the congress st. bridge

and to taquerias arandinas for dinner

nice table tops

large bugs in the dining room are always a good sign of authenticity

huarache

lengua, pastor, and adobada