Tillamook Coast Solo Drive

Tillamook Coast Solo Drive

In all my days of sniffing sea breeze I’ve encountered nothing quite like the wind that whips off the Oregon coast. Nothing compares to the scent that rolls in off the Pacific and meets the dense forests of Oregon—crisp, wet, evergreen, clean. I visited Portland as I do most places—solo. Like all my trips I didn’t […]

The Sadness of Santa Monica Pier

The Sadness of Santa Monica Pier

Imagine a place, a time rather, where men wore short, pastel swim trunks. Where they hauled stacks of longboards atop their heads like an accessory, trying to impress girls in polka-dot bikinis. Where beaches sprawled like deserts, big enough for everyone to have a volleyball game. I’m talking California, an early version of SoCal where the surfer-bum was […]