When you're up there, it's somewhere else that you go. It doesn't specifically feel like you're on a mountain, or that you're in Santa Barbara, the state of California, or even the good ol' US of A, for that matter. When you make the ascent to the lofty peaks that make up the Santa Barbara range you leave behind all the bullshit of your day to day, and embrace a tetherless experience of being above it all. Every year the Santa Gnarbara race comes around, and every year I relish the opportunity to make a weekend out of it and spend my time in the clouds. It's a bit of a cleansing experience, a weekend of gorgeous scenic views and incline oriented skateboarding to help put the odds and ends of your life back into perspective. It's also something I don't take for granted, knowing full well I'm rather privileged to be able to live a life that allows me to experience such things. As you can probably tell by now I really enjoy those mountains. I feel safe, cozy amongst those steep cliffs, the winding ridge roads, the bathed-in-orange sunset sessions. It's like a dream you once had, but it's real, in all its glorious vividness.
Camping amongst the stars, skateboarding in the AM.