Roughly 700 voluntary muscles are attached to the bones of the human skeletal system, like the rigging of some wildly complex sailboat. Consequently, bodysurfers don’t
ride waves so much as captain flesh and bone. After he won the 2017 Pipeline Bodysurfing Contest in perfect head-to-overhead conditions, Mike Stewart was asked
why he devoted so much time to such a practice. He thought for a moment then replied, “Because you are the planing surface. It’s up to you to create the shape.” (Pg. 122, The Surfer's Journal, 26-5)
Del Puerto Canyon is a door to the earth's mantle, to Mars, to the past -- perhaps to a parallel universe.
The nature of Big Sur is to slide perpetually into the ocean. It is a land of slides. It is a restless place. Yet even by Big Sur’s standards, the scale of the May 20 Mud Creek Slide inspired awe in even the most jaded of geologic engineers.
Finally. More than a year after I first searched for it, I have found the mysterious, nearly forgotten memorial to legendary California novelist Frank Norris in this far corner of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Time in the Tassajara Mountain Zen Center and a hike to the "Hands" rock shelter.
Jungian mysticism, the nature of chaos and diving for jade in Big Sur.
13 miles through the rain in Big Basin with newts, fungi, waterfalls, Macbeth and the Beat Friar.
What I lost by sleeping with William Blake atop Big Sur's Cone Peak on a cold Christmas night.
When surrounded by penises you realize that each one is unique. Not unique like the divine delicacy of a snowflake—grotesquely unique like the melting nose of a waxen clown. But still unique.
Oct. 31, 2014—I am standing in the rain at the corner of McAllister and Hyde in San Francisco surrounded by my people—that is to say, hundreds of thousands of Giants fans. We are watching an intrepid drunkard. He clambers up a lamppost wearing a floppy orange hat that is cleverly constructed to resemble a squid eating his head. He proceeds to bait a growing posse of cops in the street below. We find this infinitely amusing because we are cold, wet and bored. Everyone directs his or her camera-phone at the spectacle. “Look ma, I’m on Facebook!” the man shrieks from his temporary throne.
A mysterious mural, a deadly treasure and a hike to rediscover 135 years of overlooked California history.