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Our trip ended a spot early. We all managed to get a touch of cold virus in our systems. This didn't slow the train down. It just sorta fell off the tracks. The tracks were aimed at a couple nights of adventure and surfing in Isla Vista. Well, the train cruised over night to San Diego and right on into Tucson. We used a pool to swim. It was not the ocean. While, we might have been in California, we did most certainly enjoy a career highlight in the voyage of Alex's cooking by way of Thai Curry. The ginger slurpy certainly helped.
We finalized the revenge on early returns by visiting Laikens old roommates and having ourselves a time including Tacos de Cabeza for breakfast. This, much like it sounds, involves corn tortillas, cilantro, lime, and meat from some part of the head of the cow.

I find myself, with internet (hence the pictures), in Flagstaff yet again reconvening with the great people that inhabit Clay Casa. Adventures continue.

Alex.
Post Isla Vista, we merged north to find San Luis Obispo aka SLO. After cruising around SLO on the prowl for gas, which I managed to forget about with the help of the banana gas gauge blocker.

Alex.
I hit my head pretty hard surfing in Malibu. So we got Mexican food and snacks. Tripa turns out to be tasty. Papaya hits the spot in the morning. I have since learned that 80% of Hawaiian papayas are GMO.

Santa Barbera. Beautiful beach sunset. Dashain. They have the beautiful flowers.

I have yet again found myself in Isla Vista. This time Sunset house is a beautifully flattened patch of dirt. We still found the love in Dashain, and sands. The water was sufficiently cold enough to inspire core shivers in my spring wet suit. So I elected beach running instead.
Tucker. Inspiration. This man is Charge Boss Number One. Responsible for fueling our trip with all sorts of delectable raw Charge Boss Fuel. Also responsible for being a great guy and probably the best surfing advice I've received to date: "You've got to put your heart into it."

Laiken.
Isla Vista is unlike anything I have known. It made me wish I was 18 again so I could emerge myself more youthfully in the madness - so I just pretended I was for an evening of indulgence. Woke up early the next morning, threw on the sandy wetsuits and had the best surf of the trip. It was after this moment that I began to find myself smiling unknowingly and uncontrollably for days at a time.

Alex:
Venice is a trip. I managed to make the boardwalk by sunset, but I got distracted by a girl on a bike whom I took a picture of and then. "Everyone has their fare share of experiences on the boardwalk." -Daniel Red. I can see why.

Newport. The Wedge. Shit. This wave was pretty big, and apparently it wasn't even a big day. Sponge city. We did find the one and only Andrew Salter. Winner.

Laiken:
Asher and I skated towards the sun. We got sand in our bearings at the boardwalk, and hit up the skatepark where a girl in a fedora tried to talk us in to starring in a deoderant commercial. Girls in fedoras are always up to no good. Daniels girlfriend made us hot chocolate from nutella and we went to bed early like bad guests.

Alex.
I have left Flagstaff. I went to Tucson for a couple days and then West. I met Asher and Laiken somewhere in the middle of the desert. We drove through the desert heat and jumped into the ocean. We spent the last few days in Encinitas, Del Mar, and Pacific beach paddling in the waves, sometimes surfing, breaking in (not into) friend's houses, and sampling the local cuisine, bars, and hot tubs. We stayed with Kristen in Encinitas and Chris in Pacific Beach, both of which just moved in. Great hosts.

Cardiff had an inspiring photo show and talk by Thomas Cambell. Known for surf cinematography. It inspired both surfing and photographing for me.

Easter Sunday we went south. Jess collected Rosie whom collected Julian. Dallas and I joined in and we walked up a ridge so we could observe a wild Julian strutting in the forest. We saw bears. We then lounged creekside all afternoon before making the obligatory stop at Chocola tree. Tucker stole the spotlight. Understandably.
After a week of super hard work at school I was yet creek bound. This time we ended up at Wet Beaver Creek with the majority of the Mudheads. We hiked through the dark to find Dallas large and in charge of a full back country kitchen. Local beef burgers accompanied whiskey aside the fire. The stars brought on sleep. I woke up for a short hike up to the swimming hole where I observed yoga, fly fishing, and 'breakfast'. A day isn't wasted when you're sitting next to a creek. This comes with a little more sunburn.
Wet Beaver Creek is 1/4 of the way to Tucson so we drove to Dad's house for dinner. Mister Asher Caplan persuaded Ashley and I that it would be a good idea to drive down town to dance. I was lucky enough to witness Asher bust a move. It was nice to see some familiar faces. In the morning we tried riding to breakfast with the temptress. The juice bike failed to carry two, and thus we drove instead.
After a quick visit with Grandma we cruised back up to Flagstaff with a pit-stop or two.