This past August I volunteered at the Wanderlust Yoga and Music festival in Squaw Valley, CA. I wasn’t going to post these, but I’ve been attending more yoga and meditation classes than I did in CA, and a few people have asked to see pictures of Wanderlust. The festival was nestled in thick Tahoe forest, near the numbing but beautiful Tahoe River winding amidst tall, piny mountains.
This is the Tea Tent where Cadence and I met some amazing people, listened to and played rare and arresting music, and watched bewitching belly dancers. The House Band, a friendly duo from San Francisco invited me to bring my sleeping mat up and just stay there for the weekend instead of trekking 4 miles to my camp site. It was a place of uninhibited and inspiring vibes and I will never forget it. Till Next year!
This was my first time to Canada, and it quickly became one of the most enjoyable places I have ever been. We rode a ferry from Seattle to Victoria, then to Salt Spring Island to the lovely town of Ganges – where I put down my camera and my mother, brother and I went kayaking, hiking, and biking for three days. Every person I met in Canada was extremely welcoming. A guy I met at a video story told me his tale of adventuring from South BC through Yukon Country to Alaska, and it sounded like driving into a gorgeous, natural past. Maybe next summer that’s where I’ll be.
A few Weeks ago I went to Montana with JR and Dylan – two amazing pals. We were there for a wedding, but we meandered all around town and the surrounding wilderness. We drove up Bear Tooth Pass, over into Wyoming for a bit and stalked wild goats across the barely snowy mountainside. In the town of Red Lodge we found a really neat old photography shop and on the last day JR and I met some great old guys at an antique shop with 13 knife casses and a vintage gun room. It was my first time to the state, and I think I speak for the 3 of us when I say I’m going back.