OAC in Big Sur, a photographic retelling

The Outdoorsy Adventure Club rebanded and made its way south to beautiful Big Sur, the subject of at least one novel, one song, and many, many pictures. The weekend involved tents, squirrels, kebabs, a beach, a swimming hole, and go karts (that was later).


$300 worth of food and supplies.


There was no bad blood between mortal enemies/BFFs Brian and Audrey this time.


A taste of the California coast.


Long exposure with embers.


The gang.


The most delicious kebabs. They come in beef and shrimp.


Our tent village.


The girls.


The boys.


The squirrel we loved to hate. I threw a little rock at him to scare him off and it caught it and tried to eat it.


The swimming hole. Yes, I'm throwing out two peace signs.


The beach bums.


Bringing glass bottles onto the beach. We're so punk rock.


My feet meet the ocean.


THE cove.


Tunnel under Highway 1.


Audrey sent 793 texts in 3 days.



Brian sets up chips for poker. I beat his 3-of-a-kind with a straight on the river. Sucka.


Some dead plants. They're now my wallpaper at work.


We ended a day of driving by racing little cars.


73 seconds. The best time.


Audrey wanted to keep Alexis safe, so she drove her car at a walking pace around the track.