Here are some photos from the last few weeks. These first couple trips were the catalyst for the new-found sense of adventure I now have. These pictures come from a few different sources. Some have been scanned from 35mm prints, while others were taken from my phone. From now on, in order to make this process as easy as possible, I will document my trips with two digital cameras.
It all began with a trip to Jalama Beach, about an hour north of Santa Barbara. I had been wanting to go since summer, but the right conditions of wind and waves were yet to coincide. Then, in early November, a proper north swell with some south mixed in was set to arrive. What was even better was the wind forecast: NE in the morning, dead in the afternoon. For three days I enjoyed fun waves with a few of my friends from Malibu.
Eventually waves died down and the wind came up. No big deal, it happens. No day without night, balance in the universe, everything is inherently impermanent, right? I wasn't in any way bothered by the lack of surf... still being stoked on a successful mission to a fairly fickle spot. Although, I still wanted to go somewhere.
That led me to plan a little adventure to Cachuma Lake and the Los Padres National Forest. I went up there on a whim, not knowing what to expect, since I hadn't ever been there before. My dog, brad, and I, spent two days up at the lake. In the afternoon, after setting up camp, I decided to go fishing. The moon was full and illuminated the lake like a brilliant flashlight. I fished into the night, landing a small catfish around 8:00pm.
The next morning, I woke up around 5:30. It was a cold night and I was ready to start moving around. I observed a raccoon in the tree above my tent for about 30 minutes while I warmed up some tea.
As soon as it was light enough out, I tied my lines and went back down to the shore to fish. I cast out and stood my rod up with some rocks, so that I wouldn't have to hold it. I walked around and played with brad while waiting for something to bite. After about two hours, I decided to reel in and change locations. The line was slack, but as soon as I started reeling in, a fish began running on my line! I carefully fought it. It jumped twice while I was reeling it in. I landed it though... a 16 inch rainbow trout. The biggest I had ever caught. My trip was validated.
It all began with a trip to Jalama Beach, about an hour north of Santa Barbara. I had been wanting to go since summer, but the right conditions of wind and waves were yet to coincide. Then, in early November, a proper north swell with some south mixed in was set to arrive. What was even better was the wind forecast: NE in the morning, dead in the afternoon. For three days I enjoyed fun waves with a few of my friends from Malibu.
Eventually waves died down and the wind came up. No big deal, it happens. No day without night, balance in the universe, everything is inherently impermanent, right? I wasn't in any way bothered by the lack of surf... still being stoked on a successful mission to a fairly fickle spot. Although, I still wanted to go somewhere.
That led me to plan a little adventure to Cachuma Lake and the Los Padres National Forest. I went up there on a whim, not knowing what to expect, since I hadn't ever been there before. My dog, brad, and I, spent two days up at the lake. In the afternoon, after setting up camp, I decided to go fishing. The moon was full and illuminated the lake like a brilliant flashlight. I fished into the night, landing a small catfish around 8:00pm.
The next morning, I woke up around 5:30. It was a cold night and I was ready to start moving around. I observed a raccoon in the tree above my tent for about 30 minutes while I warmed up some tea.
As soon as it was light enough out, I tied my lines and went back down to the shore to fish. I cast out and stood my rod up with some rocks, so that I wouldn't have to hold it. I walked around and played with brad while waiting for something to bite. After about two hours, I decided to reel in and change locations. The line was slack, but as soon as I started reeling in, a fish began running on my line! I carefully fought it. It jumped twice while I was reeling it in. I landed it though... a 16 inch rainbow trout. The biggest I had ever caught. My trip was validated.
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