“Price Is Right” rule. Camping is great because you lose track of time. With 4:30 sunsets (#GoldenHour) you fall asleep early and wake when you please. I think this is because all screens are out of service, out of country or dead. But sometimes you camp with that one asshole who has a working phone. They check the football score every 15, and then tell you the time even though you didn't ask. Therefore, breaking your timeless zen state. In this scenario my favourite game to play is “Guess What Time It Is!” Right before he tells you the time, everyone takes a stab at the current time. Closest to the time wins!
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White Flag.
Looking for a place to hide, atop Kloshe Nanitch Fire lookout.
Hiding from authority. This summer, we've spent more nights sleeping outside, under the stars than inside our tents. #surfbagsandsleepingbags
This Is Why You Should Wake Up Early”
Between the wind and lack of supplies, our tarp systems can get pretty wild on these trips. A couple great friends taking shelter from the rain.
Without eye contact, we secretly thank the ocean for its offering but say something like “Rad trip, eh?…”
A photo essay shot for Herschel Supply Co. Well Travelled blog.
Check out my Well Traveled photo essay I did for Herschel Supply Co. !!!
Alex Guiry is a lifestyle and surf photographer. His photography plays off his interest in eastern philosophy, nature, and uncomfortable yet seductive subject matter. Join his journey and enjoy the Strait of Juan de Fuca below…
Following the twisting roads that line the Strait of Juan de Fuca, some friends and I set out to learn something new. Every week we road trip, camp, and surf, but when the ocean goes flat so do our minds. Deep in the cut with no working waves we were introduced to the silver lining. Fishing.
"Will was looking at the dirt when his voice rose just audibly above the others, “My dad died two years ago.” It was particularly poignant because, while he felt like a close friend, I didn’t know much about his story. I’d only spent a few days crushed next to him on the road. The crew was taking a couple of days rest at his childhood home in Seattle before heading back to Vancouver. It had been awhile since he had stepped between his house’s old walls, which no longer had any photographs hanging on them. His ratty frame was a fresh six beers deep and taking strange steps, but I knew that he had chosen this time in particular to say something about his father. Five days on the road together was enough. I’m sure he was still reeling from that weighty overloaded sensation that accompanies taking in over 3,000 kilometers of distinct planet. Apparently a road trip will do that to you. The reality of not having an inch of privacy is juxtaposed with that infinite freedom that can only come from having time to do whatever the hell it is that you want to do, and a wheel and some tires that will take you wherever the fuck it is that you want to go. Thoughts that once felt sincerely personal begin feeling intimately free and space around you fills in as your head throbs with the thought, “Fuck it all, I’m out here.” There was a sense of solidarity in the failures of our trip, and I knew that once rested we would get in the car and we would have to drive again." -Sasha Barkans
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
"This is why the road trip is dying. Driving loses its novelty with consistent scenery and without a swell, the only high is found reveling in that feeling of invincibility that comes with rolling into a new town with five dirty friends, laughing at the soft insults slung your way by strangers as they acknowledge your youth. You grow tired of sleeping in dirt and only smelling the ocean’s brine, the feeling of being lost with a head inflated with substance and scenery is only as enjoyable if the rest of the car feels the same – and in our case, the census was out. You begin to chase that ability to feel weird and alive and look upon a new place with ignorant eyes but you soon realize that the highway has rendered many towns similar.”- Sasha Barkans.
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
Saturday was my birthday. I went camping with some of my best friends and my newest friends. Some of us got drunk, and some of us surfed better then others the next morning. I took some photos of a friend fishing and played with Coco. Then when I got home I fleeced Iceland for the cheapest round trip ticket, ever. Two more weeks. Delayed Gratification.