We met the night my older sister had her first child. I went out to celebrate in the City, started at a bar, then friends hit me up and we mobbed to a massive house party in lower Haight.

Glitter everywhere, men in heels, house music, pink feathers, half empty bottles of hard alcohol, and a funky looking boy with facepaint chillin on the patio.

“him,” I thought. “I’ll talk to him. He looks interesting…is he wearing facepaint? Why?”

I walked strait up to the dude and asked. “cause my friend wanted to paint my face” he said.

Simple as that. Good response.

I couldn’t even begin to see what he REALLY looked like. He had Coolio dreadlocks, random colors splashed all over his face, a dirty white shirt… He’s weird. Interesting. We stayed together that whole night.

“When can I see you again?” he asked while im scrambling to find my clothes and get him out of my bed.

“Well, I work at Rockin Java, it’s a cafe right next to Amoeba Records.” I wasn’t expecting to ever see him again.

Apparently, I also gave him my number.

I didnt respond to his texts. Not that I wasnt interested, obviously enough to invite him home with me. But to actually get to know him…

Not into it. I’m happy single.

So I continued to work at my coffee shop where the coffee sucked, but who cares anyway? The music was incredibly loud, and the customers never tipped. I loved it. It was real.

I was making some super bullshit “coffee” drink when I looked up from my tenth pump of vanilla flavored syrup and there he was. Standing on the other side of the espresso machine. Those stunning blue eyes.

“Hey. What’s up”

“Working. You?”

“Skating. I have something for you” He said so sweetly I was sceptical. What could this stranger have for me?

“Okay. I’ll see you outside as soon as I finish this.”

He waited outside for me with a brown paper bag delicately held in his overly large and very attractive hands. I reached for it and he never looked away from me.

Inside was a beautiful feather headband, each feather strategically placed.

“I made it for you. I just got back from a moutain adventure, I found these feathers and thought of you.”

I couldn’t resist. I put it on and it was a perfect gift. It was so unbelievably romantic that he did that for me.

I had to know him. I had to be his girl.

So I was.


I’m on a rocket ship…that’s all.

I left Humboldt County in a jolt. No goodbyes to the people I became familiar with and love.

I have reasons.

Everything becomes wild when your on top of the clouds. Nature is so seductive.

I’ve spent many months in northern California this year. I love the fog’s morning greeting, one of my favorite memories. See…




Its My Birthday!

I’m 26 Baby.


My new red lipstick and glasses. Red lips feel really good.

I just arrived in Colorado to be with my older sister and her children.

I’m planning an adventure….train to the east coast possibly.

A picture a day.

Burning man 2012

In between the Westfailia Vanagon breaking down, Nevada City and San Francisco…We went to Burning Man for the third year in a row. Our best friends from San Francisco and Arizona joined forces. This was the first year we had our own camp, properly named, “Camp as Fuck.” I spent most of my time at camp with them, cooking, cleaning, making drinks, and exploring on bikes with my crew. I found so much excitement in their experiences, rather then the previous years where it was mostly about me (well, all about me).

This year was definitely different than the previous ones, where I was catered to, treated like royalty and rode in a private plane around the playa.

I wanted to be where my friends were and that was more special to me than anyone driving inside a giant take-out chow mein box. Or hotties with bodies. well, my friends are pretty damn hot. So..it worked out. I wanted to make memories with people that I already have them with.

The climax of the my 2012 Burn?

Stealing a pirate art car. Dont be all morally worried about it, the guy chased us down and kicked us out after 10 minutes or so. Thrilling as fuck. A massive ship with red flags whipping in the wind, two stories, what a weenie! ( Yes, he totally wanted to kick our ass but its Burning Man. I was wearing a pirate coat….thought it was our ship, Sorry dude.)

The two man bike. Mountain Top and Dustin ( Click any picture for high rez. I highly recommended)


Myself and Don


“Camp as Fuck”


Kyle and Elise

Moutain Top

Hunter and Kyle

The boys from 510- Dustin, Mountain Top, Kyle

Children of the lesser corn

Summer. Another adventure.

We spent 3 months living on a farm, washing our dishes outside, listening to crickets and deer shuffle through the trees at night. Wild black bears. The sunsets were a regular event, enjoying all the warmth and light the sun provided.

We’ve traveled many places this year. From Portland, Oregon to Albuquerque, New Mexico. TWICE..

I look foward to staying put for awhile….not quite yet tho.

20120910-101821.jpgOur little summer cabin.

20120910-101859.jpgThis is the neighbor’s dog,”Abby.” She came to visit us almost everyday.

20120910-102049.jpgOur lunches on the farm were quite healthy! Kale  salads with a cold drink: Cayenne, Honey, and lemon.20120910-102107.jpgThis summer I officially moved out of my apartment in the city.20120910-102340.jpgMy homegirl came to San Francisco and Van dwelled  in The Dutchess( RV) with me for 3 days. A friend spoiled us with a fancy hotel.20120910-103114.jpgTop: Lydnsay in Sf

Bottom: Myself in Portland20120910-103138.jpgWe mobbed it to Portland to check out a Westfalia Vanagon.20120910-103210.jpgGot the Westy, raged it in Portalnd, spent the night celebrating our new purchase.20120910-103249.jpgThis is Little Miss Sophia rockin the face paint I did.20120910-103237.jpgMade new friends!! The most bad-ass girls I know.20120910-103545.jpg


Slept on comfy carpets….fell in love with Portland.

20120923-172923.jpgAND THE Biggest Disappointment EVVER. The Westy broke. Goodbye NACHO you piece of shit! Broke our hearts. AND..the tow truck broke while our ex-vehicle was on top. Classic. 20120923-172939.jpg…Meanwhile we’re heartbroken and need a set of wheels..so we got a Volkswagon Car. That bitch broke too. Fuck.20120923-173035.jpg

The Good News!!

1.) I fit the Westy like a glove. The hunt for one isn’t over….

2.) We’re currently in Phoenix, Arizona with the Family and getting the Car worked on. (Wish us luck back to California.)

3.) I made it to AZ in time to send my little sister off to Africa. I made it!

4.) Went to Burning man with our best friends…nof said on that for the moment..

Benbow’s music and art festival

What a treat this little gathering was. Completely unexpected and a total delight. Met tones of locals, had a few pints of Summer Solitice beer on tap… for the steep price of $6 bucks. Not too bad, since it’s a seasonal sensation( apparently. I don’t know, my super-taster skills usually leave me after the 3rd shot of tequila AND the women at the entrance made us drink all our beers in our bags before we came in. We were a little saucey). None the less, I enjoyed myself fully among Humboldt locals, hula hooping with kids( The Kid Stage was my jam) and talking about nature and how tall the damn trees are!

Pretty damn high on life. check it out.

Im also checkin out “Regge on the River” next month. Humboldt county has me all goosed bummed and falling in love.



This guy’s creeper stare on the shuttle school bus from Garberville to Benbow







Kids stage.



and my little family here.

Shits LOCKED!!

Symbiosis was transformative for everyone who went. The festival was held at Pyramid Lake, a native reservation in Nevada. The scenery is breathtaking and intimidating with endless desert-creepy-crawlers. I did go black widow/scorpion hunting one night(more like scouting, nothing was killed, I was motivated to find them since I just shrilled a bottle of Jameson). The lake was soothing and we decided to camp as close to it as possible, basking in its glory of cool air and its healing powers from the desert elements. The land was vibrating energy and it was immediately recognized upon entrance. Im full of gratudity for this experiance, one that is held high…. that has brought my humility to the forground of my thoughts.

I live for this stuff..for family and unity and damn good music and frequent divine intervention.

Similar to Burning Man (which was of course frequently brought up throughout the week) since there were:

A)hellaa Burners B)similar energy C)drugs galore D)sandstorms? yuomp.

But also different given the land’s history. AND the mind blowing solar eclipse. Yeah, we all were cheering for that shit. NATURE KICKS ASS.










20120521-212920.jpgScotty,Micky, Jesse,and Lindsey( all the “eeees” at camp pretty much)


20120521-212928.jpgOur shrine

20120521-213355.jpgMichael and me

20120521-213410.jpgAshley rockin the headpiece I made


20120524-082741.jpgRainbow Racoon and Citrus Camp


Thank you Symbiosis Crew for making this happen.