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Stories & thoughts of a traveling skateboarder.

What you do.

11/18/2015

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Is it enough to do what you love?

How much of "what you love to do" should you do? Do you ever reach a point of diminishing returns? And, most importantly, do you measure happiness by frequency or ability in that activity? These are all questions I’ve been asking myself constantly. 

Skateboarding has been probably the most constant priority in my life. Aside from going to school, going skating has been something that I do. It’s something that has brought me to amazing cities, provided for me amazing memories, created amazing friendships, and relocated me to the amazing place where I live today.  But is that enough reason to define life's success by being able to do that one thing that you most love to do?

Traveling and spending time with all types of people has, more and more, convinced me that the answers to these questions are all “no”. Life goes deep, and you can fully experience that through any single lens. I’m not arguing against the value of specializing in something.

But life is also wide. There are so many lenses to peer through. So many flavors of a place, of a person, of a life, waiting to be experienced by any human willing to take each and every step in any of those directions. Which direction to take can only be determined by trial & error and being open to respected advice.
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Doug Henry and I playing skateboard. Photo: Alex "Moo" Cao
Finding something we really like can mean deciding to continue consuming that. But it should also mean finding another something that we really like, given the experiences gained. Stop trying, reaching and testing, and we stop living. 

Conversely, trying every flavor in the ice cream store, so to speak, can leave you with no direction at all. It is crucial to meander with a goal in mind. That seems obvious. Nevertheless, it is meaningful and necessary to sample other paths, explore new roads, and examine fresh prerogatives. 

The person you ultimately are shows you the path you will pursue in the longer term.

Define yourself by what you do, and you will get deeper and deeper into one specific scope. Define yourself by who you are, and you will grow in ways and directions you never thought possible.

The balance is the challenge.

 - 7Ply Epic
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The end of the Road. Or not.

11/11/2015

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As I left Salt Lake City, I was listening to NPR and observing the man-made buildings slowly transform into their natural counterparts - beautiful mountains. I had about four hours of road time ahead of me before arriving in Torrey, UT, where I would be staying for the night. I started later in the day, so I was set to arrive just after dusk, but I was okay with that. The adventure was worth it. 

Driving alone, with a great view or not, is a great time for self-reflection, and I know that I benefited from that tremendously on this voyage. Having solitude and a quantitative goal (reading the odometer) is comforting to me, especially when it isn’t tied to a financial reward or any of the modern pressures of the “real world.” When I finally started to near Torrey, I began to feel antsy. I was seeing bars and restaurants to stop at, but I knew that I had to seek camping first. My first choice of campground was actually in Capitol Reef National Park, so I found myself in the park, driving through a beautiful red rock canyon as the sun was slowly setting. The views from the base of these wonders were astounding, and I became so excited for the following day. When I approached a sign for the turn-off to the campground, I saw “Campground Full” displayed clearly. So I drove for another five minutes or so, to a Visitor’s Center, where I hoped to find more information on available camping nearby. 

There, I found a group of three guys, about my age, who were doing the same thing and were in the same situation. That was comforting for sure, because now I had companions, at least for the search. We drove back to Torrey, where we only really found RV parks. But that’d do, so we unpacked our tents, got set up, started a fire, and hung out for a bit. They’re from Ohio, but they had been traveling a lot, similarly to how they were at that moment. To see the beauty of the country and to seek spots for epic climbing all over. We shared a bit of common ground, having visited some similar places, both out west and near the east coast and mid-west. 

The Ohio natives were really great friends (of each other) from back home, who went to school together, partied together, and adventured together. They had so many great stories as a team, and I could sense a strong presence of camaraderie between them all. I shared a bit about my experience(s) growing up and going to college in North Carolina, as well as my recent experiences in Pittsburgh, Toronto, and onward to Colorado and Utah. I had a couple of beers and shared the rest of a whiskey bottle with them. They then offered to share some smoke before they went to bed. Their plan was to wake up before the camp master awoke, so that they wouldn’t have to pay for their night at the campground. I, on the other hand, was planning to sleep in until as least 8:30 or 9:00 in exchange for fair rate. 

When they retired for sleep, I stayed awake to write for this blog. It was a perfect atmosphere. The weather (at 11 pm) was warm enough for shorts and a hoodie, and I simply sat at the picnic table with my lap top and my relaxed thoughts. After doing a couple hours of solid writing, I smoked a cigarette and retreated to my tent for a night’s rest.
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Phone photo of Chimney Rock, from the base.
In the morning, I felt extremely well-rested and ready for a day of exploring the national park. I did just that. At first, after paying for camping and finding quick breakfast and coffee, I drove toward the National Park from Torrey. The first stop was a look-out point and hike to Chimney Rock. It was a bit odd to see the majority of people as part of guided tourist groups with Camelbaks and hiking poles, when I was merely walking with my two feet and a gallon of water in a plastic jug. Living minimally is preferable to me, and it seems off-putting to me when people go to these places to stay in hotels, eat at restaurants, and follow a guide on a trail. After reaching several beautiful viewpoints of the rock, I decided to move on to cover more ground before 1 or 2 pm. 

Onward to many places to watch the land. There were some viewpoints directly off the main Nat’l. Park road, but after the visitor’s center revealed a scenic drive with optional (even more impressive) hikes branching in all directions. My favorite was hiking through the narrows and natural washes at the end of the driving path. Beautiful canals of air and humans admiring such things. Met a nice older couple based in Phoenix, originally from Missouri. Meditated atop a single rock at the peak of it all. Lost track of time doing that, and...

Time to move on. I needed to get moving to make it to the Grand Canyon! Gas, food, and time are the only things that mattered in those last few days of the trip. The roads I used to exit the park were dirt roads. They weren’t incredibly dangerous, but it reminded me of how proud I was of Miley.
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The couple from Missouri were nice enough to take this photo of me, standing in the narrows at Capitol Reef.
In a previous post, I said, “I’ll get back to that later,” regarding “Miley”. Miley is the pet name for my 2000 Volvo V70 XC AWD. It’s my baby. I named here Miley, because I’ve been putting hella miles on her. In new places all the time. Thought it was funny, so with no one else' approval, it stuck. Good ol’ silver Miley is my main bitch, I guess you could say. Anyway, back to the timeline. 

After the essentials, calories, caffeine, and gasoline (thank you, Subway gas station combos…), it’s further south around Escalante Nat’l. Forest and into Arizona. This drive was a bit longer - about 6 hours. After a long (half-)day of hiking, this was a task. Lake Powell was great. Basically, picture the red rock towering around you, but in the middle is a huge body of flat, clear water. The reflective beauty of Lake Powell met the hype for sure. I’ll always remember that Lake Powell was a "level" on a wake boarding Playstation video game I had growing up, and I still would like to go back one day and ride on that water. 

I was much less prepared for the Hoover Dam, however. As I was driving, I began to cross a bridge. The bridge was not huge, but it was no small bridge either. I looked to my left, and there was water. I looked, conversely, to my right, and there was none. I looked again, craning my neck in order to look around and down if possible. I kind of knew but stopped to confirm. When I stopped, walked back to the bridge, and across the bridge to the other side, there it was. This was the first “holy shit” moment on the trip that I had while looking at a man-made wonder. Honestly, looking down at the Hoover Dam was more impressive than looking out at the Grand Canyon. The distance downward on the wall of smooth, seamless concrete seems astronomical. It seems fake, like, well, a video game. Like CGI. I was blown away. That thing is something I hope you (yes, you) see for yourself at some point, because I’m not gonna bullshit and try to capture how that thing made me feel. Gnarly. 

About an hour later driving, I arrive in Cameron, AZ. This is the closest town in Arizona to the eastern border of Grand Canyon National Park. The plan was to wake up as early as possible the next day, tour the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, and finish the drive to Long Beach that day. One of the first things you see when driving into Cameron is the “Cameron Trading Post”, which is slang for “tourist trap”. Restaurant, gift shop that rivals any Ron Jon’s Surf Shop, and hotels and campgrounds and jewelry stores and Native American story-telling shows.. The list goes on and on. It was late-ish, and I needed to sleep, so I went straight to the counter where you reserve a campground, paid for my stay there, set up a tent, drank two beers, wrote a little for this blog, smoked a cigarette, drank water, and passed out.

When I was writing that night, I was reflecting on the trip in a very positive way, but I was also looking forward to “settling down” at “home” in Long Beach, CA. I’d been on the road for about 7 weeks, and the last few days of the journey were without shower. I was proud, excited, and grateful but SO done. All that said, I was ready for my first time seeing the Grand Canyon. 

The next morning, I naturally woke up around 7 am and proceeded to pack up and hit the road toward the national park. The drive to the park, even was amazing. This made for a really nice sneak peek of the scenery to come at the Grand Canyon.
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One photo I took from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.
Getting into the park and making the first stop, the view was beautiful. Not literally incredible, but beautiful. It reminded me of Canyonlands, with much greater expanse and geographic area but less prominent features WITHIN the canyon. The colors were great, lots of green and grey that helped highlight the brown/red that consumed so much space. I don’t mean to knock it, but the Grand Canyon was a little underwhelming. It was gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as other places “out west”. I’d recommend Utah’s National Parks (at least one or two) over the Grand Canyon. It may have been a better experience if it were less touristy, and I’ve heard that the North Rim is much less so. So like I said, I don’t really want to take away it’s merit. Go there for yourself on a multiple-stop journey out west. 

Leaving the Grand Canyon brought on the real feeling of “last push of the road”. I knew that the trip to California would be over at the end of that day. Done. Fin. 

I stopped in Williams, AZ (“The Gateway to the Grand Canyon”) for McDonald’s. Don’t judge; they have cheap food and Free Wi-Fi without a problem EVER. Did the essential email check and Instagram updates and moved onward with a full stomach. I drove for a couple of hours before making another stop in Kingman, AZ. They had a skatepark that looked fun, and the park would have been really fun if it weren’t for scooter kids unnecessarily throwing rocks and pebbles into the bowl and all over the street course. It was navigable, but not “shreddable” if you know what I mean. I couldn’t skate how I wanted to, but I did get the blood pumping and tried a new piece of concrete in a new state. Can’t wait for a long weekend trip to skate in Phoenix! 

The vibe in that small town of Arizona was desolate and odd. Just as it is sometimes portrayed in the media, the young people I met were super bummed on living in “the middle of the fucking desert.” I wish those kids luck and hope that they keep positivity in their lives. It’s a good drive to any real city of opportunity (besides Vegas, if you consider it to be that). Anyway, I’m back on the road west. I was driving on I-40, which is the interstate that ends at Wilmington, NC where I grew up. So I felt this (mostly self-created) hype around that fun fact. As if I’d felt like I’d been on that road before. It’s also the road that splits onto Route 66 when it ends in Barstow, CA.
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Skatepark in Barstow, CA.
I stopped in Barstow for another coffee with about another two hours to go until Long Beach. I had no intention of stopping there to skate, but the skatepark was less than a half mile from the interstate and directly on the side of the road. I couldn’t resist! So close to the end, but when would be the next time I drive through Barstow? Not soon, probably never. Talked with some of the local kids there, and I got a similar feeling from them of hopelessness and despair. None of them had been out of Barstow in at least two years. And non of them had ever been to LA (as skateboarders), which is only two hours and fifteen minutes away driving. One of the kids hit me up via the Collegiate Skate Tour Instagram and seemed to be inspired by my story, which is good. I hope he follows through and lets skateboarding provide him opportunity in a new place. 

Onward to LA and then Long Beach. Seeing the city lights and cruising the freeways of Los Angeles at night was a good feeling, especially because I had never done it my own car before. It wasn’t a rental. I wasn’t going to stay with a friend or at a hotel. My life was now here. Going 80 mph down the highway. Soon to be unpacked into a small house in North Long Beach. Being within fifteen minutes of the final destination was so bittersweet. I was not ready to leave behind this personal saga and epic standard for constant travel. On the other hand, I needed long-term rest. The same bed each night, coffee in the morning, new friends in a new place. The epic was not over, but its cadence was about to change. 

Begin: residence in California.

 - 7PlyEpic
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City Meds

11/4/2015

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I just returned from a refreshing long weekend in San Fransisco. It was a magical time: skating in the city, partying in Berkeley, and wandering in Oakland. I feel grateful for the experience and fulfilled from its adventure. I came to a realization there; one that may only happen in a place as unique as the San Fransisco Bay area. 

Frolicking inside the city and frolicking outside the city are very different activities. Yet both are activities I very much enjoy. Being in the city, among the turbulence of human density, is like running through a pinball machine. But being in a more rural place, without the turmoil of modernity, is like jogging across a bocce ball court. I appreciate each equally for their individual pros and cons, but that, in and of itself, creates conflict for me. The grass is always greener … 

Out surfing, hiking, or even just sitting with a view makes me feel fulfilled and present in the best way. But always, eventually, I feel like I need to get back to my element. As a skateboarder, that is concrete, the ultimate symbol of man-made development and an antithesis of nature.
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Concrete Jungle
When deep in "the element”, I can’t describe the excitement I feel. I’ve had best friends, family members and significant others all tell me that I never smile as much as I do when I’m “just skating." Yet still, after skateboarding and inhabiting a bustling city for weeks at a time, I feel a strong draw toward the other side. A natural setting brings natural sensation. It’s healthier and more sustainable. But it lacks metropolitan adventure.

I feel pride and guilt simultaneously; I’m proud of the time I’ve committed to this hobby that I consider not just worthwhile but amazing! Yet, I sense guilt for encouraging the utility of this destructive concrete playground in lieu of mother nature’s original palace. There’s an ambience of impurity within the concentrated purity of skateboarding and city life which I constantly seek. 

"Finding a balance" is the most over-used way of expressing this, but it’s crucial to create harmony in all endeavors. 

If you’ve got it, hold on. For the rest of us, keep testing. 

 - 7Ply Epic
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