Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Zion was beyond incredible.
I barely made it into my campsite and lucked out with overflow camping. Lesson learned: book ahead of time. But, in reality, that's not much fun is it? So scratch that, do whatever the hell you want - you're motorcycle camping anyway. Something I highly suggest getting, and will cover more in depth with a later post, is to buy yourself a National Park pass. I went through about four national parks during my 8 days of traveling and each entrance ranged from $25-40. With a national park pass, at $80, I paid it off within the first two visits. Look up all the national parks here if you're game to get one; the pass doesn't apply to state parks and the like so plan accordingly!
There are plenty of really easy hikes around Zion. I unfortunately wasn't able to do the famous Angel's Landing or The Narrows since I would be hiking back in the darkness/chest-high icy water if I did. Luckily there is a shuttle system that gets you around pretty easily and to whichever hike really strikes your fancy. Also, since I did about 500 miles in the bike seat that day, I would rather just walk around and take in the majesty of the rock formations all around me. At dusk, I set up my hammock and read while chatting with a few folks my age. They recognized me from some motorcycle-related Instagram account; which was utterly surreal in itself - but it happened to make us quick friends.
After my one night camping, sleepy and already tired of packing and unpacking every night, I left to exit out the other end of the park. This park was made for riding your bike. Right past the shuttle drop off, there is a escalating winding road to take you through a narrow tunnel. Once through, your whole world seems to open up to even more valleys of giants. It was hard to not want to stop every 100 feet and stare. Luckily the one time I really did, a herd of bighorn sheep made their way out in the distance. Zion left me wanting more, and I definitely want to make it happen in the near future.
Monday, August 22, 2016
I did something that people called brave, amazing and some said a little silly. I took a solo motorcycle trip to Moab, Utah for the Motos in Moab campout that happened May 27-30th. It took every ounce of courage I had not to bail. I almost called my manager the night before to say, "nah, I'm actually going to be in at 9AM tomorrow, forget the whole thing." This was the first "real" trip I was taking solo.
I'm glad I didn't chicken out.
I avoided taking the 10 westbound from my Westside apartment, still sort of afraid of the morning commute traffic. You know the reputation of Los Angeles drivers... they're nuts (it's not a joke). My two wheels took me all the way down Venice Blvd to the 10 on-ramp by the Fabric District. I'm on a curb telling me self, just go! My impatient inner monologue is more clutching the sides of its face, screaming "JUSTTTTTGOOOOOOOOOALREADY!" I was ready in first gear and onward I revved, not knowing what I was really anticipating on the road. As soon as I hit the freeway, I knew I was making the right decision. The right decision for my heart, soul and mind. This was the most important thing I've done for myself since I moved to California six years ago.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
I've been riding up in Topanga and Malibu canyons a lot recently. For one, I wish I could live there... and two, its the easiest access to winding and curvy roads you can get to without going out on an abominable highway like the 405. When my fellow lady rider, Genevieve, asked me to stand in for some shots on my bike; I didn't hesitate. Her work is awesome and when it comes to positive people? She's in the top five, easy. We went up to Topanga Canyon Rd and shot during the beautiful golden hour. A lot of honking and hollers were involved from passing cars (and motorcycles) and being the really cool person that I am, pretended to shoot cowboy guns into the air and did a little jig from time to time in response *shrug emoji*.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
If you haven't been to the Getty Center in Los Angeles, I suggest you close your screen and go there immediately. It's free and parking is only $15.
Oh, you're back. Wasn't that awesome? Tres picturesque, no? It's such a cultural hub in the city with beautiful exhibits, gardens and views of both the ocean and the city around us (on those smog-free days). My friend and I went to see the new Mapplethorpe exhibit that opened earlier in the month and to attend a short story reading. I personally loved learning more about Robert Mapplethorpe; I did know a bit about him from studying photographers and then reading a bit about him in Patti Smith's "Just Kids" a few years back. He was so sensitive, yet so blunt and controversial. People like that fascinate me and he makes me want to understand light, symmetry and to just be a bit more risky in my artistic endeavors (probably not to his extent though... ha!).
Monday, October 5, 2015
My friend and I went to the Santa Monica Pier to take some photos and catch up. Despite the Southern California temperatures cooling down, and the holiday season starting, the foot traffic has refused to let up on the West Coast. We've been having an unusually warm summer/fall this year so it doesn't surprise me that people are still coming in hordes. I can't really talk though. I'm only a local because I've been here for five years from my Ohio move, but I'm still starting to get that grumpy "go home" mentality when the tourism doesn't drop off. Well either way, I got this skirt hanging in my closet and it was pretty much the perfect piece to get illuminated by all the pier lights!