Thursday, August 29, 2013

Country Gent, Inc

Oldest/best friend and I hit the Santa Monica mountains midweek.  There was some guilt involved dropping the C-Monster off at baby school, but better to miss an evening with the boy than a weekend.  And who knows when adult hiking will occur again?

In addition to the meandering hike up to the Lost Cabin/MASH site at Malibu Creek, we did Sandstone peak, which weighs in at 3111' and is the highest in the range.  A fairly strenuous hike, to be sure, but well worth the vista all the way down to San Clemente island. The original intent of the outing was to go from Manker Flats to Mount Baldy, but a tropical storm promised misery in the San Gabriels so we diverted.  Good times were had.

In the normal course of routine escapism, one has occasional big dreams but mostly whims that pass like dandelion seeds, then are lost in the landscape beyond.

One such dandelion puff: Country Gent.  A cross between cross-fit, REI, Cabela's, ACE Hardware, and LuluLemon, Country Gent would be located on the border of Beverley Hills and West Hollywood.  If Mount Hollywood is your K2, then Country Gent would be for you!

-We would sell all forms of goggles, helmets, pants that blouse, merlot caddies, and other accoutrement to perfect the dawning of a Second Golden Age of Hiking.  For info on the first: http://www.kcet.org/updaily/socal_focus/history/la-as-subject/from-sierra-madre-to-the-san-gabriels-a-brief-history-of-socals-crooked-mountain-range.html.

-For each trip a dues-paying "Gent" makes on one of the less-than-3-mile hikes on our website, we would send them an ascot with a map of their sublime conquest on it.  As you strut through Gelson's on a Sunday morning, everyone will know that you conquered Mandeville canyon by the magenta flash of your ascot.

-For Gents desirous of an upperbody workout, Country Gent can drop off a cord of wood for you to chop with our responsibly mined hatchet.  We will also provide discreet packaging for you to return it to our warehouse so your friends don't think you have actually chopped down a tree (we also have a line of scented dirts for you do other gent-like activities in your apartment like digging holes, filling holes up, or luxuriating in a bathtub while playing chess.

Sadly, work beckons on Wednesday and I don't think our escapism can save me.


Sunday, August 25, 2013

Out of sand and into the dirt

Glad to be home early from the desert.  I now have a new hiking buddy.   As much as the romance of taking a photo of a Chinese-made rubber diesel engine appealed to me (and helped me get through the absence), nothing like the obstinate owner of said diesel for company. We don't go very far, and when we get there, we watch Looney Tunes on an I-pad and eat cheerios with our filthy hands.  Today we went to Temescal Canyon and did a loop of the Canyon and Ridge trails (4 miles / 1000 ft with 40 pounds of boy and gear).