2011 in Pictures
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words. I don’t know who “they” are, but by my calculations if 1 picture = 1000 words then 1000 pictures = 1000000 words. While I don’t want to write an essay of that proportion, and you probably don’t want to read it, I figure you’d rather peruse my pictures than hear all the stories. A ton of pictures with minimal narration. Let your imagination fill in the gaps!
2011 began for me in a tiny village at the southern tip of Burundi.
It continued with a trip up to Ngozi province to see Harvest For Christ’s work with the Twa Pygmies.
My time was winding down, so we had to make a trip to the zoo! This is the only petting zoo I’ve ever been to that features 10ft reptilian carnivores, with an option to feed them too.
Shortly after it was time to say goodbye to Burundi, so I wished my dear friends in Burundi farewell. Perhaps one day I will be back.
After a brief spell in the air, I arrived in Charleston. After a brief stint in my old stomping grounds, it was yet again time to say goodbye to some dear friends for a while.
So I loaded up my truck and moved to Beverly, Hills that is… well, pretty close anyway.
Made a pitstop in Jacksonville on the way for one last dip in the Atlantic.
I hopped on I-10 at its origin for my trip from Right to Left across the map.
My roadtrip took originated in Charleston, South Carolina, crossed Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisianna, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona and ended on the eastern edge of Orange County in Southern California. Quite a trip.
After a brief camping trip in Arizona with a good friend, I finally crossed into beautiful California… definitely the prettiest state of the trip, and not just because it’s my home state.
Of course, having been out of state for 3 years I had business to attend to…
First order of business after getting home: surf the Pacific. I took the exchange student that was living at my house along. Good times surfing Doheny and hanging out at Dana Point.
Shortly after arriving home my next adventure began. It was an adventure inside my body!
The doctors took a picture of me, which is fun if you’re not claustrophobic. Thankfully, I am not.
“This too shall pass” were my doctor’s words of encouragement. After a week of drinking fluids and peeing through a strainer, Hank was born. While he gets his charm from me, I’m not sure where he gets his “smile” from. Hank lives in a small plastic jar on my bookshelf until the DNA testing is complete and the mother is confirmed.
While I will always cherish Hank and the experiences he brought me, I had to move on. I took a 3 day trip with my cousin Robert through Sequoia, Yosemite and Death Valley National Parks. I saw more of California in those 3 days than I had in my entire life leading up to that.
Memorial weekend came around and a couple of dear friends showed up for the weekend. It started off in LA at Pink’s Hot Dogs then to the Getty Center. From there we went to the freak show in Venice Beach. Wonderful.
We gathered a few more people and took a trip down to San Diego. We spent a couple days on the beach, climbing the cliffs at Point Loma, watching “Top Gun” on a giant inflatable movie screen at the Oceanside pier, eating junk food, walking around Balboa Park, and watching Nitro Circus at Wilma’s house for several hours at a time. Great weekend.
I spent some time hiking barefoot in Julian.
One of the summer’s defining characteristics was Epic Movie Night. A friend and I made a rear-projection screen out of wax paper and duct tape. Now we can sit in the pool and watch movies well into the night.
I took a weekend trip to see my friend Adam up in Ventura and Santa Barbara. Took these nuggets there.
I felt the call of the wild, and I had to return to the mountains. I embarked on my first solo mission through the Inyo National forest and Yosemite. 5 days by myself in the wilderness. A-MAZ-ING!!!
A couple years ago I would have never seen myself doing this, but on the 4th of July I participated in a local interfaith activity of beautifying the local mosque. It was so cool to see people of all different backgrounds out making friends with the Muslims in the area helping them clean up the grounds of the Mosque.
Still not satisfied with my time in the wild, I climbed local Mt. Baldy with my buddy Shon. We did about 15 miles if I’m not mistaken, and climbed about 3000 feet in one day.
I also got the chance to head down to Lower Trestles near San Clemente, California for the Hurley Pro. Got to see Kelly Slater surf against Owen Wright in the finals.
I finished the year in Oceanside, California. Good way to end it.