When someone asks you to go 1 mile, go 26.

Well, this long awaited update is not quite the update you expected. I’m going back a few months to one of the most spontaneous and testing experiences I’ve put myself through willingly. It wouldn’t be fair at all to say I put myself through this alone, the man who might just be crazier than I am for letting this happen, Mitch Ramos was right there alongside me. 

You’re probably wondering, ok, enough with the hinting and dodging the details, what are you talking about? I’m sure you all have your moments of genius; whether it be in the shower, in the car, on your pillow right before you fall asleep, wherever it may be, ours turned out to be on Marc Capule’s couch. A night like any other, we’d been cycling through the channels trying to entertain ourselves before we gave into the night. Mitch and I strike up the usual conversation about when our next run is going to be, you see we’ve been training for an imaginary marathon for the past six months waiting for the right time to go for the gold. Funny thing is, we’ve already planted the seeds for this night months ago. We both agree on how nice of a night it is, how nice it would be to go for a jog.

 Well, tonight was the night we decided to run to the beach.

Before you jump on our plan, no, we don’t live on or near the coast. One cannot simply walk to the beach. Between us and our destination lie 26.6 miles of asphalt. Personally, the farthest I’ve ever ran in a single session was 11 miles and Mitch has completed a half-marathon once upon a time. We pretend to understand what 26.6 miles feels like. Who needs to register with 5,000 of your closest strangers to knock out a run?

Our departure time is nearly 1am. We begin our journey in sandals, jeans, and about two in. Don’t let the involvement of our B.A.C. skew your judgment on the night; this was going to happen regardless. It’s nearly 1.5 miles to our first stop for supplies. We use my house as a launching point. Packing our packs with as much water as we can hold, throw in a towel for good measure, we switch on our headlamps, and head into the darkness.  Among the many observations made that night, 1:30 am is an extremely peaceful time of the night.

We stick to major streets, Rinaldi to Tampa is our first stretch, our feet fresh and our lungs are capable. No issues here. Luckily for the both of us, a 7-11 convenience store is on that very corner. We decide that now is the time to stock up on any necessities and celebratory materials. As for necessities, I was beginning to experience some chaffing. As any experienced runner can vouch for me, when one chafes all one does is think chafe thoughts. So I picked up a tub of Vaseline. Mitch picks up a bottle of wine for the predicted victorious ending. We saw two separate unrelated items. The cashier looked at us with those fearful eyes of his. Here were two men in shorter than short-shorts, purchasing a bottle of wine and Vaseline. He used the “it’s past 2am” excuse to cut our purchase in half. We say our goodbyes to the fellow customers that were ever curious to where the rest of the marathon runners were. With chaffing solved, we head south on Tampa. This is fairly uneventful; we pass familiar landmarks that encourage us along the way. Luckily for us, this is mostly downhill that merges into fairly level terrain.

After trekking nearly 9 miles in 2-ish hours, we reach our first minor accomplishment. There we find ourselves looking at the 101 freeway and Ventura Blvd. This meant two things; first, there was no going back from here. Second, we’re not even half way done. Physically, we were beginning to feel our feet; our bodies were beginning to realize what we had committed to. Mentally, we knew we had to keep our pace to avoid the summer heat and the threat of traffic. Our next stretch followed Ventura Blvd north until we reached Topanga Canyon.

Here began our push, Ventura follows a fairly straight path but gains and loses elevation at a whim. It is here we also began to acknowledge we did not have a gearing system to haul ourselves up these hills. The world was still at peace around 3:30am, busy restaurants and shops were closed up, giving us the street to ourselves. Mitch and I start motivating each other with quick bursts of speech between breaths. “ONLY 2 MORE *breathe-breathe* MILES ‘TILL TOPANGA!”…”SURE BEATS SLEEPIN’ DOESN’T IT?”…”WHY ARE WE DOING THIS AGAIN?” Our third and final stop before the grand stretch of Topanga Canyon was a 76 Station at Topanga Cyn and Ventura.

Exhaustion was beginning to catch up to us. Our solution to these physical feelings? Ice cream, candy, power bars, and Gatorade helped suppress any urges to pass out. This last stretch was truly going to be a battle of mind and body. For those unfamiliar with Topanga Canyon, it winds all the way through the Santa Monica Mountain range until it spits you out on the coast. This is roughly 12 miles in itself. After a 20 minute rest stop to stretch out, we hit the pavement.

Topanga turns into a nice stretch of residential neighborhoods, quiet with ample sidewalk space to run side by side. By now, the sun is slowly making it’s appearance. Nearing, 4 am we have run straight into the dawn.  After about 30 minutes on Topanga, we cross Mulhulland Drive; the only importance to this location is that this is where our run turns into a climb. As we cross into Topanga Canyon State park, we observe the mile marker which states windy roads the next 11 miles. We ease our pace, line up single file, and march on. Running single file was important due to the fact there was no shoulder to run on. Luckily, it was still early enough where normal people were still in their beds.

Maybe it was delirium or it was finally the adrenaline kicking in, but the sunrise over the San Fernando Valley was absolutely beautiful. Our goal was to get to the beach before sunrise, but this was something much better.  We stopped to catch our breath, or nearly just stop and look for our breath. It’s nearing 5am. This is a crucial hour for us. About 3 miles into the state park, our stride is cut in half, our muscles are in full rebellion, and a new thought is emerging in both of our minds.

“Throw out your thumb.”

As traffic picks up, the idea seems more and more plausible.

“THROW OUT YOUR THUMB”, my mind screams. The idea seems all too good.

I noticed Mitch has been a little quiet; I turn just to make sure he hasn’t fallen off the road somewhere.

He threw out his thumb. I bust out laughing and immediately follow. Two good looking twenty year old guys, covered in sweat, with thumbs out. Who wouldn’t want to give us a ride? Turns out, a lot of people wouldn’t. For nearly an hour, we stumble through the canyon with our thumbs outstretched. Our feet have had enough. The sun is up, traffic is flowing. We need to get to that beach quick. Just nearly after an hour, a silver truck answers our call for a ride. Thomas, a younger man who has picked up hitch-hikers before, graciously invites us into his truck.

“You’re not going to kill me, right?” Were his first words to us.

“No, that’s not our style.” I replied jokingly.

We introduce ourselves and get on moving. Turns out Tom was a really nice guy, he was a fellow believer. Maybe it was my creepy wooden cross necklace or maybe our predicament that we’d set off on a run like this, but he started talking to us about church and sharing past experiences. I couldn’t help but have a ridiculous smile as we sailed through that canyon. It was just over 15 minutes of driving. We emerge through the canyon, with the beach right in front of us. Tom pulls over, we give our heartiest thank-you’s and step out on the coast. We made it. Nearly 6 and a half hours later, we made it. We were truly exhausted. After we dipped our feet into the cold pacific, we throw out a blanket and pass-out. 

Well, after waking from our nap, we scoured the coast for some food. Turns out, there’s no food for miles either way. We make the call. Luckily, Sanam was awake at 8:30 in the morning and ready to come get us. Another big thank you to a fellow bro. Our journey ends at a worthy destination, Kyoto Sushi.

So, next time you have the urge to do something that sounds beyond reason, go for it. Maybe, you won’t make it all the way, or it won’t end the way you set out for it to, but you’ll accomplish something and have another story to tell.

Here's our route.

Next, we’re running to New York City.

See yah out there.

Here's our video we put together on the fly:

First Bro Backpack (Long Overdue)

       Two weeks ago, I (Mitchel) was sitting in my college library, immersed in sorrow, on the brink of irreversible despair. I was finishing the final edits on my senior thesis for my Bachelor's in English--a process which I can only compare to thrusting a rusted kitchen knife into one's own abdomen. As I stared sadly at the flashing cursor on Microsoft Word, I decided it was time to go backpacking. With childlike fervor, I downloaded Google Earth, read some backpackers' blogs, called Josh W., and mapped out a three-day, thirty-five mile backpacking trip (rather than typing my thesis).

       After finishing my finals and papers; walking across a stage; and partying a little with the gang, I finished college by the grace of God. Going backpacking was the next logical step for me. College had been a strange, unhealthy of exchange of money and time for a pretty piece of paper which tells attractive women and possible employers that I am an "educated" person. It was often hours of arduous work without any understanding of its purpose; it was creating ideas without joy in creating; it was submitting to the will of a system for payment in "future prospects". In contrast, backpacking is a vibrant, real experience. It's simple and authentic. It's just living; getting lost in the rough, beautiful, natural world which persists despite our attempts to subdue and control it. God's hand can be seen a bit more clearly for us. Anyways, the trip--

      

Josh W., Billy, Marc, and Sanam answered the Facebook call and met me after work on Friday, May 20. After a few hours of prepping and packing, we set off for Malibu. We arrived at the Ray Miller Trailhead in Point Mugu State Park around 7 pm (about two hours later than planned). Ahead of us was a 6.8 mi hike over Mugu Peak to the La Jolla Canyon walk-in camp. Almost needless to say, we hit darkness and fatigue at  mile 4 at the top of Mugu Peak (1266') and decided to call it a day. We set up camp and cooked up a classy meal of steak orzo and baked beans. We had a couple drinks; looked at the stars; and knocked-out in Josh's three-man tent. 

At Mugu Peak

       I woke up to the sound of condensation dripping from our tent onto Billy's sleeping bag. We were immersed in heavy marine layer and the wind was blowing hard. The other bros had abandoned the cramped tent and were sleeping outside with their mummy bags over their faces. After some oatmeal and salami, we set out down the Valley Loop Trail for the 15-mile trek to Sandstone Peak.

     The three miles to the walk-in camp was a beautiful trail through La Jolla Valley. At the camp, we planned to fill our water bottles and do some dishes. To our dismay, however, the water spigots had been shut off in the camp. Some helpful young-bro-scouts let us know that there was a lake a few-hundred yards from where we were. At the lake, Josh and I were pumping water when my MSR pump lost pressure in its chamber. We took the thing apart several times and cleaned all the components according to manual's direction.  Thoroughly frustrated, we all took a timeout to eat our summer sausage, raw ramen, and tortillas. 

 

      After nearly two hours messing with our pump, we got the thing to exchange pressure again by sealing the filter cartridge loosely. We filled our bottles and took off. With the delay, few water sources, and our unreliable pump, we knew it would be unwise to take the long, difficult venture to Sandstone Peak (3111'). Instead, we decided to take the Overlook Trail another four miles to Sycamore Canyon Beach where we could get more water and a sure camp spot.

From Overlook Trail

     At the beach, we ditched our bags and clothes and took a short nap on the sand. With our abundance of water, we feasted on mashed potatoes, baked beans, rice, steak, and the rest of our summer sausage. Josh got to work building a fire from driftwood and grasses without much success.
     We looked longingly at the women at the adjacent fire pit who were cooking marshmellows over a roaring fire. We lusted over the fire's warmth and beauty. By the blessing of Providence, the women began to leave the camp. Josh ran over and asked if we could have their fire. The altruistic women obliged and offered us two bags of jumbo marshmellows, two bags of graham crackers, and a giant box of Hershey's chocolate. We accepted.

               

     We chilled on that beach for a few hours, enjoying the fire's warmth, the sound of the waves, and the sand beneath our feet. We snuck into the Sycamore Canyon campsites after being advised to leave the beach by a ranger-dude. At the camp, we decided to sleep under the stars. And there, beneath the seemingly-endless expanse of God's creation, we talked, we remembered, we thought. We were learning something no book or college instructor could teach. Even now, it is difficult to give it a name. "Be still and know that I am God". 

     The next day, we rose early, packed quickly, and booked-it over to the beach to avoid a fine by the Forestry Service. We feasted once more and finished the last of our salami and marshmellows. Marc had been bitten by a bug that night and his swollen face covered in sticky marshmellow residue was almost too much to handle.

     We packed our stuff and we went exploring on the rocks to the South of the beach. The ocean was beautiful. The dark water relentlessly pounded against the rocks on which we stood. We just watched. It was a great place to end the trip.

     Our 35 mi trek had been shortened to a 10 mi loop. Stuff broke; we drank green water; we forgot a tent pole; I fell in a lake; we didn't bring enough water; we didn't bring enough fuel; we brought too much beer. But, all that being said, the trip was perfect. Thanks to my Bros, our God, and the beautiful world we get to enjoy.

OORAH America...and the GoPro

Hello fellow Bros, and Happy Independence Day! First and foremost, remember to pay your respects with your prayers, good thoughts, and kind words for all of the men and women fighting the good fight overseas. Past and present. They sacrifice everything for our freedom, and I thank God for their willingness to do so. Thank our fathers and brothers who keep the streets safe (Corcoran Jr/Sr), our mothers and sisters who work long shifts at the hospitals (Baldwin), and our cousins at West Point striving for perfection to become future leaders. We all play an important role for this great Nation of ours.

Now on to the next topic. The GoPro. I figured I would give you guys my thoughts of the purchase I recently made of the GoPro. You could call it my "Gear Review". Today I broke my GoPro's cherry. I didn't take it easy on her either. Today she (GoPro) got a pretty good beating. She took a high impact hit, went in the ocean, flew around, and experienced the rotor wash (high winds). The video quality was also better than I expected. Real crisp videos and good audio from what I can tell. What I didn't like...Well after watching this video a few times I realized the water spots seemed to stick to the camera lens. I'm thinking Rain-X might be the key here. Second, when the camera is mounted to your helmet its impossible to know if your recording or not because you can't look at the screen. These are real minor problems and I'm sure I'll figure out a routine to get the recording process better. Overall, I am very satisfied and can't wait to use it more. I'd recommend it to all bro's!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6I5h5_X1Ks

Malibu Creek State Park

This post is long overdue, but alas it is here! This spot is one of our favorites. If you're looking for a place to get out of the Southern California heat, without the crowds of the beach or the simplicity of a pool, this is the place you're looking for. After a beautiful mile and a half hike, you come to a swimming hole with great rocks for jumping. They have jumps of 10, 20, 30, feet and a more intimidating 40 foot jump for all you bros looking for stoke. If you want to do other things like, climb or hike this place is awesome and huge. it gets crowded on weekends and holidays so a weekday is your best bet. I'm not gonna make it too easy to find because we wanna keep the crowds down (google it). Have fun, Be safe, Don't Chicken Out. -BillyC

Upside Down Bros

As you know the Bros are always trying something new with flips and adventure. Well recently, Cameron introduced the idea of just doing handstands on your free time. I thought it would be a great idea if all the bros learned to do handstands, it would make us that much cooler. So recently Josh, Billy and I (Sanam), have been trying to handstand when ever we are bored. Josh ran into a couple difficulties by injuring his shoulder, but nothing will slow him down. Billy and I are getting better day by day, by practicing every time we get the chance. We all learn very quickly so expect more awesome pictures as soon as our next adventure.

Cameron in Alaska

-Sanam

Beach Side BBQ? Fire Pit? Sycamore Canyon

 Sycamore Canyon

Ever wonder where you could BBQ on the beach in Southern California without getting ticketed? Drive 10minutes north of Zuma Beach on the PCH and you'll find yourself at Sycamore Canyon. As the name implies, it's a beach covered with sycamore trees, you can't miss it. Once you find it, you can either park inside for a small fee until sunset or park along the PCH and walk a little into the lot. Find yourself a table and fire pit and set up for the day. Remember to bring your own wood and charcoal! Improvising with beach wood is a sure fire way to smoke out the park and meet a few park rangers.
This beach, like all others in LA county and Ventura County, "closes" at sunset. Meaning the park rangers can tell you to leave once the sun has set. Although I don't advise you to gamble with your night, we've never been told to leave before 10pm. Also, remember how you parked your car along the PCH? Did you notice the parking sign? NO PARKING 10PM-5AM. Two parking tickets ($68) later, they mean serious business. Unfortunately, there's really no way around this.
I'm not a big fan of all the regulation of our coast but that's for another entry...
Well, I hope you're curious and check out Sycamore Canyon sometime. Beautiful sunsets, great bbq, and a roaring fire will keep this as one of our local spots!
See yah there!
-JoshW

Bros' Guide to Food Truckin' Chow

Sometimes, trying new things doesn't always have to be painful. Sometimes, it's rather enjoyable, especially when it comes to great food. Within the past year, catering trucks have become the new craze. Long gone are the days when food trucks would come to serve early morning breakfasts to construction sites and the such. Fortunately, Granada Hills has been blessed with a multitude of catering trucks.
Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon and night, trucks line up to serve customers along nearly a mile of Chatsworth street between Zelzah and White Oak.

Having to choose between french cooking, native american flatbread, and numerous other fusion cuisines can be a chore in itself. However, after sampling and cruising our way back and forth through Chatsworth, we found ourself coming back to the "New York Galbi". Aside from the free samples, we were intrigued by the unique blend of mexican and korean bbq cuisine. As frequents of both styles, it was nearly impossible to skip on this fusion dish.

Our dish of choice was the spicy pork burrito. A grilled flour tortilla stuffed with korean bbq style pork, kimchi, scrambled egg, and a unique spicy sauce, this was something special. Along with the great food, was a great host. John our server and possible owner of the truck, was very welcoming and very interested in his customers. He was never shying away from potential guests, complementing passers by, offering them a taste of bbq beef and kimchi/crab quesodilla.  

BillyC about to dig into his Spicy Beef Burrito

The New York Galbi food truck with John workin'

 Well, that's a quick little update about Friday nights on Chatsworth. Hope you all can make it out once and give one of these trucks your business. It's a great place to meet locals in your neighborhood and make acquaintances with local shop owners.

See Ya'll Out There!

JoshW

Summer Longboard Build-off!

Well, as some of you may or may of not heard, Summer is just about here. With a new season should come new goals. I want to keep up this idea of challenging one another to try something new, learn a skill.
This month-or even week- my own personal goal is to build an entire long board out of scratch. Well aside from building the trucks, it will be entirely handcrafted. It should also be noted that I do not know entirely how to skateboard, longboard, surf. So this is all new to me!
I started the build on Tuesday, May 24th. It's going to be 43 inches long with it being 8 inches wide. Usually a board is made out of a harder wood-maple,oak,birch- or bamboo. I chose the poplar, a type of birch wood, due to #1 cost and #2 it's thickness.


















This is what I'm aiming for, a classic longboard.
Funny thing with this board is that it is $189
I'm going to provide everyone with a list of material and rough cost:

• 4ftx1ftx3/4in piece of Poplar Wood- $20.
• Just a note about this piece of wood, it is recommended to use 2 or 3 sheets of 1/4'' wood and glue them together. This will allow the wood to camber(bend) and provide overall durability.
• Polyurethane lacquer- $7 (clear)
• Sandpaper (used left over scraps)
• I still need trucks which I estimate ~$40

I don't see this board costing me even 1/2 of the $189. I'm hoping this thing holds up!

Here's a nice preview:

Above: Poplar wood after being cambered, cut, and sanded

DAY 2:
Picked out the paint and prepared it for a few coats of lacquer!

Above:Left:Top of board lacquered. Right: Bottom of board

 It's not quite perfect, but I'm dang proud of it so far! I'll update this post when I'm finished with it.

UPDATE!!!

One month later it's all come together. I'll skip the explanation and just show you the darn pic!

Finished!

It's your turn!

~JoshW

Challenge Response!

So we were challenged by Cam to start doin' some backflips.
Challenge accepted, man.

What better place to practice than at Zuma Beach?

Here is our vid!



(Created by JoshW)

Taking it to the next level

Alright, I have an idea. An idea that will keep us motivated to separate us from the everyone else. Hey, it will even give us something to do on the days when were just sitting in a parking lot wondering what to do.  I noticed the bro's have been trying to defy gravity lately with the backflips and gainers. I like it. So my challenge for all of us is to pull a flip of some sort off of a cliff, house, tree, car, boat, bench, ground etc. Get creative. But we should all post what we came up with by the following Monday. Then next Monday someone else will step it up and come up with a new challenge for us. After all, the name of this blog is "The Bros Guide To Stoke." We have to live up to that name. So get out there and have fun.

Challenge of the week: Flip.

Video/pictures due: May 2, by 10:00 PM

Love the Bros

I've felt the need to pay homage to the Bros all week.

Last weekend, Mitchel, JoshW and I were sitting in my backyard, like old times, discussing how we're gonna buy a house. We talked about how much we were gonna trick it out, how much fun were gonna have, and most importantly (unfortunately) how much we'll have to put up to make the Bropad become reality.

After over ten years of knowing half of you, I'm thankful that I can share this next part of our lives with all of you. This week has been sucking, and all I'm looking forward to is hanging with the Bros doing whatever. I don't care if we're just driving up a random mountain just to find ourselves stuck in hailstorm to sleeping in Mitchel's den and coming to the conclusion that we're invincible.

As long as I'm with the Bros, I'm perfectly content.

This post is nothing more than a reminder of how thankful I am for you all. Hopefully, we'll get that house and turn it from this: 

to this:

We'll get it done, Bros...

3/26/11 -- Shots Fired, Always Remember, Never Forget

-The sketchest Bro

3/26/2011. Shots Fired.

It's another Friday night, time to go out and shake off the week, right? Usually this is the case and everything goes to plan. March 26th was the exception. We, BillyC, MarcC, SanamB, MitchR, and JoshW, had just finished a very successful night at the Saddle Ranch in Universal City Walk. After we shared our goodbyes with some good friends from high school, we began to make our way home. We pile in the Bromobile, which happens to be a sporty Chrysler Pacifica, and we bump the Zach Brown.

After a quick stop at Denny's, we make our way to MarcC's house. For Marc's privacy, I can't quite give his exact location, but think of the area near JFK in Granada Hills. This was our final destination.
The time is roughly 3:00am, we arrive. As Marc parks the van along the right side of the very dark street and we prepare to exit, we hear our rear window shatter. We all turn around and notice a gaping hole, just above and behind Mitch, punched through rear most window.
Not even a second passes when we know what's going on.
Shots fired.
We check each other, make sure no one is hurt. Everyone is alright.
"GO MARC, GET OUT OF HERE!"
We were a bit frantic. But Marc never gave into the moment.
Marc heroically fumbled for the keys but quickly gets the car started. Everyone is crouched down in their seats as Marc heroically accelerates through his neighborhood. As we race through the streets, Mitch is talking to the dispatcher. They tell us to head to the Devonshire division police station. It takes not even 5 minutes to reach it.
We, JoshW and MitchR, calmly enter the police station.
"Hi, umm, we've just been shot at."
The officer could not look any less enthused. He pulls out a set of papers and asks us a few basic questions- anyone hurt? did you see anyone? where did this take place? etc...
The officer records all the information in his incident report.
We ask if there is anything else they can do, maybe send out a patrol, check the neighborhood.
"We'll see what we can do" the officer casually replies.
Thanks LAPD. I won't both ya'll next time with my small time problems.
After the PD, we pile back in and regroup ourselves. We'll head to MitchR's house to spend the night.
Arriving at his house, we are all relieved and feeling extremely thankful that none of us were injured.
It's nearly 4:00am, we're home safe and ready to sleep.

March 26th, 2001. Shots Fired. Never Forget. Bro's Forever.

[EVIDENCE]

 Above: Does this need a caption?

 Above: MitchR's seating during shooting. Very lucky guy.

 Above: Morning after. Gotta be thankful.

 Above: Whatcha know about street cred?

 Above: More damage...

Above: problem solved!

-JoshW

March 21st. Tampa Trail.

When your weather forecast involves the words "torrential downpour" and "hail", mountain biking, hiking, and river crossings are on the minds of few. It's not too often that we see weather like this in the San Fernando Valley. Temperatures usually range from the mid 70's to upper 80's and we are fairly comfortable with this. So when the weather changes it's pace, so do we.

I'm at starbucks studying and I get a text from BillyC, "Mud mountain biking in aliso?". How could I pass this up? We throw around a few locations- there aren't many in the Valley- so we decide on what we think is a smaller trail off of Tampa and Chatsworth. We pack our bikes and meet at the trail head.

 Above: BillyC plowing through the run-off

Above: JoshW tryin' to stay upright.

We make our way through the designated trail but soon find that it has been washed out. There are two options. Either we turn back, or we follow the river upstream. 

Above: How could we resist?

Upstream we go. We were sure surprised.

Above: Nearly 1/4mile upstream and there are rockwalls 30ft tall.We catch each other asking,  

"Where are we?"

Above: Waterfall? WHAT!? Up and over.

 Above: The stream/river rushes past. Some parts take you up to your waist.

For nearly three hours we carry on, upstream, rock-hopping. Some sections of the river have you hugging the wall, while others have you scaling fallen trees. As the sun sets, we begin to question our location. We are nearly certain we've trekked miles into the hills. Scenery changes, there's no more track housing. As we look for a way out, we only notice the 10ft walls of dirt that surround us. There's only one way out, up. We grab hold of some tree roots and climb our way out. Looks like we ended up only a few miles north of Rinaldi. We were disappointed to say the least, yet impressed that all this adventure was only miles away.

Above: How do we end the day? Climb the nearest hill, find a chair and admire the view.

Moral of the story: Can't get away? Let the weather change it up for you!

Love the Earth : )

-JoshW 

PS. Dear Vibram, myself and 5 other guys would love to promote your legendary shoes across the country.