Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Perched On A Mountain Side

Climbing and winding up the mountain side, we could feel the tires losing traction on the steep, poorly paved road. Every time we hit a pothole, the Tacoma would lurch forward in anticipation of the upcoming road. The ancient oak trees and surrounding chaparral were dyed gold from the low lying sun on the ocean. Coming out of the oak forest we see the road cut into the hillside high up on the mountain. Pointing the direction for Ryan, I tell him that's where we need to go.



Glancing back down the steep mountain side, highway 101 is but a line in the distance and the oil rigs begin to glow like campfires in the ocean. Out in the distance, the Channel Islands feel close enough to touch them. San Miguel. Santa Rosa. Santa Cruz. Anacapa. Santa Barbara Island. Their cliffs and coves are etched from the island's silhouettes by the sun's last light.

Recognizing a turnout in the road, I tell Ryan this is the spot. Stopping the truck we get out and the cold mountain air immediately whisks through our clothes. Lowering the tailgate, we have a seat and momentarily sit in silence. Eyeing Santa Barbara in the distance, we seem close but feel far away on top of the Santa Ynez mountains. It's times like these where we begin to realize that with a little exploration our backyard can be pretty cool.


Sunset

Sunrise

Open air camping

Rise and shine

Cause we never go out of style

Playing the air(pad) guitar

Friday, November 6, 2015

Choking Down MREs (Meals Ready to Eat)

Stepping out of the Tacoma in Northern California, my two friends Austin and Justin have just arrived from San Diego. Looking at Austin's Tacoma, I give him a quizzical look because it's lathered in dirt and dust.

With a huge grin on his face, Austin says, "yeah... we found ourselves on a dirt road for a little while."

Laughing, I bring Austin and Justin into my grandma's house to talk about our upcoming trip. We are backpacking into the Kings Range and my grandma's house is the meeting place before driving to the trailhead.

Stepping into the house, the smell of food wafts around the house. The oak kitchen table and floral couches give a homey feeling. It's what you would imagine a grandma's house would look and smell like.

"So this is basecamp grandma?"

"Dude your grandma is classic! She has lunch prepared for us and baked goods?"

Finishing lunch we're back on the subject of backpacking. Pulling everything we need out of our backpacks, the floor now looks like something detonated across it. Camp stoves, fuel bottles, water filters, and clothes are scattered everywhere.

Bringing up the topic of what we want to bring for food, Austin states that Justin brought a box of MREs.

"What's a MRE?"

Austin looking at me ecstatically says, "you don't know what a MRE is? It stands for Meal Ready to Eat! It's what the military eats when they are deployed away from their basecamp."

Taking one from Justin, I look it over. Vacuum sealed, the tough brown plastic casing that covers it looks bomb proof. Bold letters streaked across it state what kind of meal is in it. Pasta and vegetables. Grilled chicken. Beef teriyaki. Bean burrito.


The MRE

Stuffing our bear cans.


Commenting to them, I say, "these look pretty legit. I've never bought backpacking meals before and if the military uses them, they can't be bad. Lets open them up to reduce weight and we can stuff them in our bear cans."

Taking a break from sorting our backpacks, we start tearing open the MREs like a little kid opening Christmas presents. Each one has different snacks and desserts inside.

"I got M&Ms!"

"No way! JalapeƱo cheese!"

"Snickers Munch Bar? I've never even heard of that but it sounds awesome!"

Stuffing our bear cans full we load our backpacks and get on the road.

Hiking into the night.


The next day after we hiked in, we prepare an MRE for lunch. Austin opening the cheese comments,  "this doesn't look or smell right." Grabbing it from him, I smell it, take a bite and gag, "that's the most foul thing I've ever eaten!"

Austin grabbing the Snickers Munch bar takes a bite and spits it out. Laughing and spitting chunks of candy bar out, he says, "this is horrible." Looking at the wrapper he reads out, "The Snicker's and Mars corporation! That doesn't even exist anymore. Come to think of it, I haven't even seen a Munch bar before!"

Pulling it out of the wrapper he takes a long look at the candy bar and says, "It's all yellow and old looking, it doesn't even look edible."

Justin pulling out an actual meal begins to open it. Putting his finger in the container he tries it. There's no expression across his face. "It's not terrible. It tastes like plastic and salt but this one is edible...", he says.

Grabbing the packaging and looking at it more closely. I begin to look for signs of how old the stuff is. The packaging looks old but there aren't any dates. By no means is it fresh. I begin thinking it's from the Cold War or Vietnam.

Setting the packaging back down, I take a look to see what we have in our bear cans. My heart sinks a little. It's stuffed with MREs and we are backpacking for another four days. Sitting down, I try my best to eat the MRE and enjoy it because we don't have anything else for lunch and dinner.


Mornings.

Evenings.