Two weeks ago, a group of us headed down the coast to dive Big Sur, Ca. I typically dive up North for Abalone, but since the season hasn’t started and since it’s been ridiculously nice weather, I thought this was a chance to check out what the Central Coast had to offer.
After reading up on Big Sur’s famous coastline, it didn’t take long to find out about Jade Cove. Divers and rock collectors have been going there since the 70′s in hunt for the precious stone, so we thought we’d take a stab at it and become filthy rich rock collectors.
The diving conditions were perfect. 12 ft visability and almost no swell, made it easy to do some exploring. Once I entered the water, I instantly saw a giant ling cod, and decided to change from rock hunting to spearfishing. I didn’t get anything but I did follow Eric around, who got a nice Rock fish that we grilled that afternoon. No Jade was found underwater, but we all grabbed a few small pieces on shore.
I shot my little sea and sea camera underwater and my mamiya 7 on land. Here are the black and whites, a few colors to come. Check out George’s blog for his photos and a more detailed tale of the trip. ~Tim
Was lucky enough to go out on the bay on a friends sailboat last Sunday. I grew up looking and driving all over the bay, and have been on a ferry, but navigating by sailboat was something else. No Sturgeon were caught, but it was a wild time. –Tim
Last November 25th, like a lot of frustrated Americans, I headed to my downtown to show support for Michael Brown and other young black men that have recently lost their lives at the hands of the police. In the weeks to come, protests escalated and of course there were looters just looking to get into a crowd, but the overall environment that I witnessed was extremely peaceful. I was very proud to walk with the city of Oakland that night and am glad that many people showed up to demonstrate rather than to sit silent. – Tim
Early this summer, I trekked out to North Yosemite with friends and backpacked the many small lakes of Tuolumne meadows. It was my first time back to Yosemite in a decade, and it was just as amazing as I remember it. A flash thunderstorm had us rushing to the destination on the first day, but the next day the weather cleared and we had a lake to swim and fish all weekend. Another set of photos soon. – Tim Gatto
The end of September was a really fun week. I personally took a mid week trip with my girlfriend to see Modest Mouse at a Southern California legendary spot, Pappy and Harriets. It’s located in Pioneertown, CA in the desert outside of Joshua Tree nat’l park. It’s a super sweet old western film set turned destination venue. It was then Tim’s birthday weekend so him and I took in another Modest Mouse show in San Francisco at the newly reopened Masonic. Great show with lots of awesome color and lights. We chilled near the back of the General Admission crowd to more easily swill beers and whiskey. After the show, we finished the night up with Bummer and Lazarus G and T’s at a cool spot next to the Embarcadero BART station called Terminus. We then hopped on the last train back to the East bay. Tim’s B day party was on Sunday at a rad mexican spot in Oakland. Great week for photos, take a look.
Flying into Burbank.
FIrst show of the week.
Tim and I stopped by an SF gallery and donated some prints to their show.
The middle of August 2014, some friends and I took a few days off of work and took the bikes out to the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada range. We met up on Friday morning the 15th in Dublin, being that all of us were from all over the Bay area. We crossed the Sierras that afternoon via hwy 88 and Carson pass. Descending the east side we set our sights on making it to the ghost town of Bodie by mid afternoon, then a supply run in Mammoth Lakes and settle that evening at the campground on Convict Lake. After a fairly cold night sleeping on the black top next to my bike (I almost always refuse to bring any kind of shelter to save weight, hassle of repacking and for a little shit talking rights) we crossed hwy 395 and headed a bit east to one of the regions hot spring fed tubs. Locals have built make shift hot tubs around the valley and rigged piping and mixing valves to regulate temperature and levels. Pretty amazing experience, I can’t wait to get back out there in the winter with clear crisp air and some snow on the ground. After the bath, we pulled the triggers and shot south to the Alabama Hills outside of Lone Pine, CA. We toured the hills on foot with a clear view of Mt. Whitney looming above us, and the heat of 100 degrees in direct sunlight searing our skin. As we left the hills we headed back north with a destination of the Ancient Bristle Cone Pine Forest and camping in the White Mountains that night. Problems arose for me and my rear tire on the ascent of hwy 168 when had a tire puncture and became stranded with no cell service and tourists un willing to stop or even offer help. The other 4 in the group continued on to the camp as I dealt with the tire. A nice local man with a rock crawler jeep stopped and had air onboard which I used to inflate my tire with a half ass repair I had performed with tire plugs. I returned to Big Pine below and performed a more permanent 3/4 ass repair then with much consideration and hesitation, I decided to head back up the mountains and attempt to join the group. I made it and after well earned beers, and a nice fire we packed it in for the night. The next morning scoped out the oldest trees in the world for a few minutes and then started the trek down the mountain and back north to the 395 / 89 junction. A quick ride by view of Mono Lake and we were at the junction by 2pm. Scaling the Sierra with Silver Lake as the next stop on our journey, we made excellent time while I finally regained some confidence in the ability of my rear tire to retain air pressure. A 2 hour stop over at one of the guys’ bosses USFS cabin and he gave a speedy boat ride. After saying good bye we then quickly found ourselves on the mormon emigrant trail descending upon Placerville and the final night’s place of reprieve from the road. Monday morning was bitter sweet, after spending a month of my life on a motorcycle in 2011, these “smaller” trips never seem near long enough. We had a final breakfast meal together and split, 3 of us down 5o to the east bay and the other two toward the south bay.