San Diego-Joshua Tree-Zion

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    So much has transpired over one week. The full moon in San Diego was spent with all the yogi’s of La Jolla at an up and coming yoga studio/restaurant, Trilogy yoga. The drums played while the innermost workings of everybody’s body compelled them to throw their hands and feet about, a violin adding some color. I left at eleven o’clock, before the moon was at it’s zenith, for Blacks Beach. Down the long stairway of sand and two by sixes fortified with rebar there were many groups of three or five who were walking along the beach; partygoers. Right at the bottom of the stairs was a girl with a fire, and we chatted late into the evening about full moon intentions and our society which is struggling to leave behind the fossil fuel paradigm. I said my goodbyes to the ocean, and was drowsily on my way the next morning.

     Upon arrival at Joshua Tree National Park the friendliness and companionship that I have grown accustomed to rose quickly to the surface. img_0026So many travelers who find their way to Jtree. The first night there were still residual folk hanging around who had come for the full moon, one of which enjoyed playing with fire. She spun her fire staff for us all, igniting the night and enthralling everybody. The Skippeh’ and Birdy were the first two that I met, and played for me a few of their songs, Skippeh playing ukulele and Birdy playing the violin. The songs were well practiced and I was sorry that I didn’t have my recording equipment. The two hailed from Hawaii, and though Birdy climbed a lot in the past, she was really there to spark the interest of the Skippeh’ for the same. He was lanky and light, and will make an excellent climber after some practice with the shoes that he was gifted by his new friend Ray.

 

     If all the world had the same mentality as the climbers who frequent Joshua Tree, the worlds problems would be solved inside of a year. Loving kindness and a giving attitude prevailed, and even as conflicts arose, they were handled with compassionate communication, sometimes with the helpful intervention of third party mediators-thanks Mateo!

     The first day climbing in over a month I ended up bouldering, and perhaps inflaming a tendon in my knee heal hooking, then jumping on a low 5.11 and top roping a 5.12. 5.11 was my limit when I was climbing my strongest, and the specific climb was not so bad until reaching the thin crux, where I struggled and failed. My intention for the climb however was to try hard and take a whip, having another stronger climber clean up the mess. I do wish my head was a little more in it, as I sat and struggled too long on small holds, causing lactic acid to build up in my left forearm, rendering my hand useless. How important it is, the mental climbing game. The second day we climbed ‘walk on the wild side’, a 5.8 runout slab, which was bolted on lead by the first ascensionists.

     I simg_0056topped for a short stint in Zion National Park on my exit from Joshua Tree, but was unable to really explore due to restrictions on dogs. I did have a cool moment watching an American Dipper take a bath, as well as watching img_0037the moon set in the morning over the bright red rocks. There certainly is a lot to be explored out there.  I look forward to hiking angels landing or one of the other premier hikes sometime, while my pup gets a babysitter.

  

 

     The bonds created in the realm of traveling are somehow stronger than other parts of life. Perhaps because the need the ego feels to present itself is buried in the newness of the experience. I am grateful for all of the people that crossed my path this trip, and I look forward to seeing them again in another dirtbag daydream. As for now, it is time for me to get my affairs in order for a journey to Indian Creek to see all of the fabulous friends from the front range and elsewhere. Really living the dream right now!

     Love and light to Jeremy, Sarah, Frank, Ray, Elise, the Skippeh, Birdy, Mike, Jim, Morgan, Jordan, Disco, Andrew and all the others that I brushed shoulders with, but am not remembering.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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