Chumash IX

Beware the Ides of March!

Yep, it’s that time again, when the pack gets antsy and the wee ones have their backpacks ready to go and waiting, leaning against their nightstands for the “go” signal.



And so it was on the Ides of March this year, when we departed on a breezy and cool Saturday morning for our annual Chumash retreat (this trek takes place along the lower stretch of Route 71 of the trail guide). This was Li’l G’s ninth year in a row, and Little Man’s second. (For those wondering … yes, he’s already posturing like he’s old school.)


This was the first year in some time the Billy Monster (aka Uncle Buoy) was able to make the our annual sojourn, so both monkeys (and the uber-hund) were anxious to enjoy his company. Along with Ro-hair, Mr G, and little Misha, we were a perfectly-sized complement for our traditional guerrilla site along Lockwood Creek’s north fork.


Marker Tree

Despite the heavy rains we’d received a few weeks before (more on our rainy weekend adventure in just a bit), there was no water along the lower stretch of the creek, and the North Fork Falls were anemic. We let the uber-hund drink her fill here, and then chased the Little Man up the steep quad-breaker stretch leading above the falls.


Last Push

It was a beautiful stroll through the ravine, and I found myself noting stretches of the route where trees have come down, tread has been worked, or rose has gotten a tad aggressive.

The "Usual"

Once at camp, it was the usual assignment of chores: firewood, laying the fire, pitching the tent, and fetching snow for water (only intermittent water between the falls and Lily Meadows, and none further upstream … luckily there was snow a’plenty at our usual site).


We spent a long evening of story-telling, ration throwing, beer swilling, and general revelry under a beautiful winter sky.




Fireside Chat

Ides Moon

Temps were projected to drop into the high 30s … but by the time the kids had said their goodnights and bundled into their bags, things were well into the 20s. It was a tad cooler than we’d expected, and accordingly the uber-hund rotated between three or four beds she’d dug for herself around camp over the course of the evening, poking her head into the tent every hour or so to take a quick count and make sure her posse was secure. Such a sweet girl.


Another outstanding trek into the Chumash Wilderness, and our first of five on the calendar for 2014. Truth be told, I’d go 50 times this year if I could manage it.

Get ’em out there!

Found It!

End of the Road, 9e


5 responses to “Chumash IX”

  1. Nice photos Craig! Bummer about the lack of water, but glad there was snow lying around to use (been there, done that). Looks like a nice, mellow trip.

  2. Dude, where did you score the Pliny The Elder??!!?? That is a major find, and I am deeply impressed you got to drink that one by the campfire…well done!

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    Heidi Ho

    Great pics. Makes me want to head out for my own adventure! Wahoo – Heid

  4. Great to see the ol’ gates leading into 3 Falls and the scenery there about camp. I believe I’m a tad homesick after reading this trip report. Keep livin’ the dream, my friend.

  5. Very cool to see the little ones so jazzed about the outdoors. Seems like a fun family time!!!

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