Angel's Landing

We were the only ones awake at 7am in the morning. Somehow the creaky, friday the 13th looking log houses didn't satisfy my sleep, or my buddy Randal's. So far, all we had seen was this one house, dead at night, during a rain storm when we arrived; I didn't understand what the big hype about this Zion National Park was. Only until 7 in the morning did we realize the towering, god-like mountains surrounding us. So, awake, and with nothing to do, we got our skate shoes on, grabbed a sweater, a couple camera's, wrote mom a quick note a napkin, and hoped on a bus.

We were the only people in the bus. The driver was a charming woman, smelling like coffee, and ready to tell you every detail of everything you could ever know about the great Zion National Park. We had the entire day to do nothing but walk around, since thats what your supposed to do there. So, we asked the woman what the longest, craziest, most beautiful trails to the peaks of these mountains were. She told us of one, and the name reassured us; it was called Angel's Landing.

The hike was deserted. For the entire five hours of hiking, up the five miles of rock and trail, it was Randall, myself, and good ol' mother nature. My cameras kept us busy, and I felt I was in Lord of the Rings; hiking through death valleys, scaling treacherous mountain faces. When we arrived at the top, we were standing on seats of Gods, looking across an entire mountain range that didn't seem apart of this world. Before this, I had never gone on a hike that rewarded me with something as beautiful as what I had experienced. It was a great time with my buddy Randal Stacy. Three days after the hike, we were lounging in our gold and white bathrobes, eating room service in our presidential suites of the Bellagio hotel, for a hefty price of zero dollars. I brought along with us my two, 35mm film cameras, along with a pocket full of rolls of films. Here are a couple shots of our adventure. Enjoy!

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A trip to SOHO

On a normal, lazy sunday afternoon, I decided I would take a trip to SOHO to see what I could find. SOHO has so much art and so much class; I've lost count how many times I've skated there and each time I've gotten lost. I seem to find new art on the walls and new streets that don't seem to be on the map. I feel like making a secret map of all the little spots and alley-ways, like in Harry Potter. And the women! OH que Linda! so much stuff is always happening down there; its its own little world. So I did alittle loop around SOHO, ended up in Union Square, bought the largest apple I've ever eaten in my life, and ended my day with Kai and my mom having some after school Ice cream. Nothing like some fancy ice cream...

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The Master Bamboo Maker

If you venture past the main headquarters of a Bamboo fortress, and beyond the little huts that just poke out of treeline, you'll find yourself following various paths cut by the adventurer guru himself, Sam Scheer. Now follow a path down the slope, slip n' slide on some wet mud, trip over nests of termites, and you'll end up in a gully of Bamboo that tower one hundred feet. Tucked away in one of the 4 monstrous clumps of Bamboo lays the biggest hammock in world, and if your lucky enough, you'll find the master bed that belongs to the master bamboo maker, Joe Scheer himself.

If you DARE to follow the path even more, you'll climb up a slope, jump over a barb wire and maybe, just maybe, you will have found paradise; an endless amount of fresh mangos sprawled throughout the ground and delicately hanging off the trees waiting to be picked and eaten. Eat one of these mangos and you'll be picking at your teeth forever, enjoying the sweet juices and the stringy pieces of mango stuck in your mouth. Enjoy this mango hunt I went on one afternoon in Puerto Rico, while I was living in sustainable bamboo tree houses.

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