Peak climbing season has officially arrived in Bishop, CA (PayahĆ¼Ć¼nadĆ¼), and with that means the arrival of the masses! Itās great to see so many people experiencing this beautiful place, but as always the increased traffic comes at the cost of greater impact on the environment.
If youāre recreating in the Bishop area this winter, please try your best to abide by these guidelines:
1. LEAVE NO TRACE. Pack out your trash. This includes all dog poop!
2. DONāT CRUSH THE BRUSH. Park in designated areas and try your best to stay on delineated trails when possible.
3. DOGS. Should generally be on leash, especially on busy weekends. At the VERY LEAST they should be on strict voice control.
4. NO STASHING. The main areas are heavily trafficked and used by all. Stashing gear is not allowed, and the official stance is that if it is left more then 24 hrs, it is considered litter and will be removed at your cost.
Be safe, and have fun out there! Letās try to all be good stewards so the areas we love stay pristine for years to come.
The Loved Ones are ending their world tour at HalloWeezer in beautiful Bishop California, October 25 at 5 PM. All proceeds benefit the Eastside Student Center. Tickets available at eastsidestudentcenter.org.
Wildflower season bringing in that goddess energy. We roll deep for Athena š±šø
Trip to Greece was all too short, but full of laughter, love and learning. So grateful for beautiful places and inspiring women. Over and over again. šš®āšØ
Today would have been Twigās 9th birthdayā¦for the first time in the last 8 years Iām not not spending the day with her celebrating. I always felt that it was special that twig and I were exactly 6 months apart, like the universe matched us upā¦today I was missing you more then ever my girl. Hereās some pics from previous years birthday fun āØ happy birthday Twig āØšš
Last time I was in Moab it was August and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off inā¦now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. Itās the first time Iāve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I havenāt yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying āgood morning twig,ā but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kisses and loud moaning stretches to start our day.
Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her Iām spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing isā¦Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didnāt think that time would be cut so short.
Iāve never made a decision in my adult life that wasnāt based on us both. Iāve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.
I donāt know what life will look like without you here with meā¦I donāt know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. Iāll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.
Love you forever my Twiggy girl. ššš»ā¤ļø
My sweetest Maya. Itās been almost 3 weeks since we lost youā¦three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all Iāve found. I feel so paralyzed, but Iām not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of youā¦When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesnāt, because you deserved more life and more adventuresā¦
I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan .
The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. Iāll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows youāve been showing along the way. Iāll be seeing you, Iāll be loving you šš¦šš @mayahumeau
Climbing into my thirties like Iām still in my twenties. Cheers to another decade of more adventures, bigger laughs, and harder sends then ever! āØ
Maybe Iāll learn how to drink by my 40s š„³
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