Identity

Plans for Where Life Begins 11 were canceled due to lack of permits and a huge amount of police and media attention. So we journeyed out to the Gorge for Identity Festival. Going to a huge organized legal festival is a lot different then WLB. The organization makes it kind of nice (camping, toilet paper, cold water) but there's a lot less freedom: no camera's with lenses or pain killers allowed inside. I had to dump all the contents of my backpack on the ground to get in.

We got there Friday night and set up camp. The party raged till the sun came up. And even then, the music only stopped for a little bit before the party started again. Dance floors popped up everywhere: in front of RVs, in the road, on top of vans.

Didn't get any sleep, but had a fucking ball.

And then we went to the festival the next day.

learning to use chopsticks

Success.

champagne and orange juice

And we all fall down.

the coast

From day to night and back again.

No rest for wicked.

summer night sparks

Like magic.

Redwoods

The first adventure on our road trip: hiking the Boy Scout Trail. The forest was vast, but silent. The trees soared above us, it was unearthly. As if we'd wandered into an ancient alien place. The light was beautiful.

wandering summer day

Balmy weather and learning how to handle some new cameras led us to exploring the sidewalks and paths leading away from our neighborhood. Conveniently, they led right back.