March 25, 2014
Rained Out In February
The forecast called for rain beginning Thursday and lasting through the weekend. California was in the midst of the worst drought in decades and I took the forecast with little more than glimmer of consideration. Trevor, Maddie, Chelsea and I caravanned up from Santa Barbara to Big Sur on Wednesday morning. The weather was stereotypical of Central California; mid sixties and the typical north wind. The stars shined bright and uninhibited by clouds as we circled the wagons a few hours after dark. Light tapping started on the aluminum roof of my camper late Wednesday night and by morning, the dishes from the night before were over flowing with the first rain the area had seen in months.
With the exception of few hour long breaks in the storm, it rained sideways for the next 72 hours. Searching for shelter, we parked in the lee of trees and under the cover of red woods. Instead of hiking around the hills and surfing point breaks, we hunkered down in our campers and schemed plans for spring and summer.
Slippery when wet.
Chelsea and Maddie taking a dip.
Frying up some veggies.
Check out the Woody and The Blue Ox shorts here.
Sand Dollar Beach.
A soggy campfire.
Rain for days.
A break in the storm.
Trevor cooking up an afternoon snack.
“I’m ready for spring and summer.”
“Weather like this makes it better when it comes though.”
Here are some more links,
Escape from Bigfoot Country (Vimeo).
January 30, 2014
Fall into Winter in the Pacific Northwest
For the first time since moving away from Portland in 2006, I spent the fall and early winter in the Pacific Northwest. Typically, I’d headed south when the days shortened and the rain came. Short, wet days aren’t conducive to living in your car. This autumn the rain held off, and I hung around, exploring the area that I grew up in.
One of my old stomping grounds.
A timber framed cabin my mom and her partner in crime built in the Columbia River Gorge.
Heating with wood during the cold snaps.
Chelsea at Point Disappointment.
Erosion a few hundred yards from the ocean in a dense forest on the Olympic Peninsula.
Dean stoking the fire on his outdoor wood stove.
Morning in my Four Wheel Camper in Central Oregon.
A cold streak in the Columbia River Gorge.
Everything you need, nothing you don’t.
36° and misting in Eastern Oregon.
My dad checking out an abounded house in eastern Oregon.
Looking east from the Cape Horn Trail on the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge. For more photos, check out this album, Early January (Adobe Revel).
Sarah during a break in the storm.
It’s almost February now and ever so slowly, the days are getting longer. Tonight it’s supposed to get down toe the teens, I’m in the eastern Sierra. Living in your car and waking up with sunrise and falling asleep shortly after sunset makes you attentively aware of the seasons and weather. Maybe its the first snow, or the holidays, but this period of early winter is one of my favorites.
Here are some more links,
Ships of the Open Road (Pinterest),
Toyota Tacoma with a Four Wheel Camper Ute (Pinterest).
January 7, 2014
Lot Lizards at Mt. Bachelor
The forced air furnace kicked on with a whir, blasting hot air into my camper. It was still dark. Another hour or two until sunrise. Laying back down I grabbed a pillow and covered my eyes. Predawn light lit the camper and I pulled my upper body out of my mummy bag. The high pitched chug of two stroke engines bounced off a distant hillside as a crew of snowmobilers headed out into the backcountry. Rolling over, I opened the Velcro window and peered out. It was clear, and probably in the low 20′s. Turning up the thermostat, I slid into a sitting position on my bed and reached for my rubber boots.
Cracking the side door, I poked my head out and looked around. Swinging the door the rest of the way open, I stepped down on to the hard packed combination of snow and ice. A line of campers in various forms parked north to south against the snowbank. Walking around the back of my camper, I noticed a layer of ice underneath the curtain. “Must have been cold.. I haven’t seen ice there before,” I thought to myself. In a few hours, the Mt. Bachelor parking lot would be full of its fair share of Subarus and Volvos, but for now, it was empty.
Looking over at the back of Tim Eddy’s camper, a Ford ranger wearing a Four Wheel Camper parked next to mine, I noticed the same ice on his windows. Tim is a professional snowboarder that lives in a 200 square foot cabin he made with his girlfriend in Truckee, California and often snowboards with crazy fleece hats. Here’s a photo of him in action. Pulling my ungloved hand from my pocket, I rapped on the gold glass window.
“Tim, you awake man?”
“Carpe CARVE Brother! Carpe CARVE,” Tim bellowed with his signature exuberance.
I broke in to laughs. “I’m going to get some hot water going in a few. Want some coffee?
“I’m already working on my matte. Thanks though, I’ll come over in a few.”
Suited and booted.
Bryan Box and Austin Smith chewing the fat. Check out their Drink Water project here.
Scotty warming up in the front seat.
Whitney built this camper out her self and has spent the better part of three years living in it. It has a marine stove, bed for one and a 4×4 conversion.
The way to Mt. Bachelor.
For mote photos, checkout Start of Winter on Adobe Revel.
Kyle Shwartz and his Toyota Tundra with a Four Wheel Camper.
Alex Yoder and his Toyota Tundra with a Hallmark Camper.
Tim Eddy and his Ford Ranger with a Four Wheel Camper.
Scotty Wittlake and his Toyota Tacoma camper with an ARE top.
Whitney Bell and her converted Ford Camper Van.
The propane stove hissed on and with a flick of the lighter, the small blue flame illuminating the still dark camper. Reaching for faucet, I filled the kettle and placed it on the burner. The heat from the stove warmed the air. Looking down at my watch to check the time, I noticed the date, December 14th. Today was my 750th morning on the road since August of 2011. Time Flies. I thought to myself as I sifted through the a cabinet looking for my Aeropress.
“Rap rap rap,” The side door of my camper vibrated.
“You in there Foster?” Scotty asked.
“Yah man. Come in and grab some coffee.”
Here are some more links,
Start of Winter (Adobe Revel).
December 19, 2013
I pulled off the 101 south shortly after midnight into the small community of Arch Cape.
“I bet if we park in front of an empty house and pop the top, no one will fuck with us. It’s a Tuesday night and if any one sees us they will just assume we are staying at the house. Either that or we park on one of the logging roads, but those are mostly gated and the logging trucks get on it early.”
Dozing in and out, Bryan didn’t respond at first.
“You dead mon?”
“Yess…lets do Jedi mind trick style. Those logging roads are tough”
“Sounds good to me…”
I rolled down the street in first gear checking the driveways. Only a few SUV’s populated the driveways of the dozen or so ranch style beach houses. Picking one on the ocean side of the street, I pulled into the vacant driveway and turned off the lights but left the engine running. The motion lights turned on a floodlight that illuminated the driveway but nothing stirred in the house. The occasional snore emanated from the passenger street.
“Le’s crash, I think we are Kosher here.” Opening the driver’s door, I unlatched the pop top and opened the back. Two minutes later and Bryan and I were in my camper setting up our sleeping bags. A light northeast wind tugged at the camper’s canvas pop top as I settled into my sleeping bag.
“I’m setting an alarm for 6:35.”
“Sounds good to me, we’ll get on it early,” Bryan said switching off the LED ceiling light.
We both were asleep before pillow talk could start.
Caley watching peelers.
North at sunrise.
Dog walking time.
Trevor’s homemade camper.
Bryan watching the sunrise.
Cold and glassy.
Vanlife parking on the Oregon Coast.
Waiting of the tide to drop.
“The tide needs to drop a lot.”
Making coffee first thing in the morning.
The thick wetsuit shuffle.
Scotty making breakfast.
Check out more photos from this series on Adobe Revel here.
Calling it a day.
Afraid of raising suspicion with construction workers working on houses on the street, I woke before the alarm went off and laid in the comfort of my sleeping bag. I dozed. The propane heater kicked in and the electric fan whirred. Looking down at the my iPhone, it was 6:30.
“Bryan, you ready to rumble?”
“Yah.” Bryan was awake and looking at his phone as well.
“When’s low tide?”
“Ehh let me check….8:41″
“Perfect. lets get the fuck out of my dodge..”
Jumping out of the camper like Spicoli in Fast Times, I quickly latched the pop top down before hopping in the driver’s seat. ”We’re home free,” I grinned to myself as we backed up and pulled out of the driveway. The first suggestion of the sunrise dotted the coastal range to the east as we headed south on the 101.
Here are some more links,
Costal Lurking (Adobe Revel),
Bryan Fox (Tumblr).