• Find Someplace To Get Lost

    I went walking in the wilderness to find my love

    Clumsily I stumbled out of the great unknown

    Now I'm running home to you through the icy dawn

    Painted in that golden hew of the rising sun

    Fell in love with the underground and a gypsy queen

    I layed down in a shallow grave that she dug for me

    Now I'm running home to you in the rising sun

    Till my feet go black and blue, I will run

    Now I'm cutting up the tracks through the ghetto of the east end

    and I'm barefoot through the glass my love

    I'm running home to you

    I went walking in the wilderness

    I went walking.

    Wishes don't have to be reserved for your birthday. Dream big...

    You might get burned along the way. 

    But a little faith in the higher power of nature & the universe will carry you onward and upward. 

    Walking with black bears. 

    Befriending seal pups. 

    Camp dinner with does and their fawns.

    I love these spillway streams where fresh water meets salt water.

    Moonrise kingdom over the lone wolf den. 

    Woke up enshrouded in fog. 

    Poppy constellations amongst the arid summer grasslands.

    Tropical northern California.

    Thank you to the rancher who put this fresh water faucet in the middle of nowhere on the trail.

    Fort palace.


    Prime real estate... Ocean to the front left. Stream to back right.

    No tent fly. No problem. Clear, sunny skies for days on end.

    This rock was looming in the distance for what seemed like an eternity.

    Then suddenly, I was there. Goooaallll! 

    Looking back at where I started, I got nervous about how far away point A looked off in the distance, but thrilled by the freedom of my disappearing act. 

    Into the mystic.

    The trail.

    For a route that has no elevation gain or loss, it was one of the trickiest I've been on in a while. Rock hopping and trudging through sand with a fully loaded pack immensely tested my mental and physical strength. I didn't accomplish as many miles as I had mapped, nor summit the peak I had been looking forward to climbing for the last few months. I did however learn how to chill, listen to my body ( I had been sick and was still quite weak), and let go of ego. Being sick turned out to be a great opportunity to let go of my expectations and to just reflect on shit that had been burning inside me that I didn't even realize was bringing me down. It's so easy to procrastinate taking care of ourselves in these busy lives we lead. Maybe I did realize that I was dwelling on that crap, but too afraid to acknowledge it. I told myself, "It's ok to be vulnerable. You have nothing to prove."

    One thing I love the most about an endurance activity like backpacking is that I fall into a meditative state. When I first set out, there's all these erratic thoughts about current happenings in my life. Some of them are about things I dream about and desire, some of them are positive and joyful, while some of them worry me, a lot. 

    So I enjoy kicking my own ass to the point that those little things drift away. There's no way I can keep fretting about what party I'm missing or if some guy is going to call me or if that girl is judging me when all I can concentrate on is getting through the exhaustion of body and brain. Instead my mind focuses on putting one foot in front of the other and how much I love my family and want to spend more time with the people and places that I really love and that really love me. I'm telling you, shit gets real in the wild.

    When not trekking down the trail lost in thought or befriending critters, I read a good book, slept a ton in my cozy den, and lived the simple, pure life that backpacking is all about. In the end, it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I'll be back...

  • I'd have it no other way...

    You’re spontaneous and willing to say yes to whatever grand opportunity comes your way even though your eyes beg to be closed and your body to rest… but you can’t close them because the stars above blow your mind and a deep melodic beat combined with water lapping against the boat ignite something inside of you that makes you feel more invigorated and fulfilled than you have in a while. The chill you’ve acquired by sleeping on the boat deck dissipates as the sun rises and warms your body bit by bit. Eventually those early morning rays inspire your groggy soul to get out of bed and you catapult into the deep blue. A week of shenanigans washes away and you emerge refreshed and ready for another good old fashioned Californian summer day. 

  • Foxy Fund

    It was your usual beautiful summer day in Mammoth Lakes, CA when Jeff Fox decided to ride his bike to a friend’s house. There he was, just cruising along, when BAM! - one swerve and next thing you know, Jeff was knocked out on the road. 

    After fracturing his skull and experiencing internal brain bleeding, Jeff had to be flown to the hospital in Reno, NV to undergo intensive care. We all know that’s one expensive ride, which his insurance may or may not cover at this point (we’ll keep you all updated). It’s hard to be thankful for a broken dome, but what’s crazy is that thanks to the skull fracture, the pressure from the internal brain bleeding was relieved… which is why he is fully awake, alert, and functioning today.

    Jeff doesn’t recall the accident very well but you can only imagine the fear he experienced waking up in ICU with a massive headache and no recollection of how he got there. Now he is faced with some scary medical bills and a challenging road to recovery.

    But you know what? If an accident like this is going to happen to anyone, Jeff is the kind of guy that can handle it. He’s that guy that is always down for an adventure and has a permanent smile on his face. He charges in just about every mountain activity you can imagine - rock climbing, skiing, mountain biking, backpacking, and more. He is absolutely one of the most positive and happy people in the world.

    We’re also banking on the fact that Jeff has a ton of good karma racked up from all his years of working at the firehouse and on ski patrol. Jeff has always been the one to lend a helping hand and save lives; now it’s our turn to support him.

    The doctors anticipate it will take 6-8 weeks for him to recover, but of course Foxy says he will back in action in 2 weeks. Easy buddy!

    We will be posting updates here as much as possible, so stay tuned, and please please please share out this page. We appreciate any donation big or small and your efforts to help spread the word to get Jeff’s head strong again.

    Love & gratitude,