BY: ROB HOFFMAN Back home it’s the weed, movies, senseless drinking and social media scrolling that try to pry away the crippling boredom. But they are all exhaustingly under-stimulating. You can’t get high enough to make the Internet worth it,…
The face of a California farmer staring at gaunt brown grass will haunt me forever
BY: TYLER FYFE It had been a year of broken records. Mostly though, it had been a year of broken families. The state is suffering the worst drought in 500 years and above the burned-over countryside hangs the acrid smell…
I hiked to 10,000 ft. in the High Sierras, and found the mountain top was powdered with coke
BY: TYLER FYFE We came to a wood cabin, drawn like moths to the smothered glow of oil lamps in foggy window panes. We had hiked nearly blind through the night—measuring our progress by the sound of crunching gravel. When…
How to embrace the zen of hiking with purpose
BY: ROB HOFFMAN Though the first carried more miles, the second day of the hike was totally and unapologetically uphill. When you ascend, hiking becomes the zen of endurance. First, you are stripped of all the pleasures of hiking. Your excitement…
My first time hiding legally purchased weed from a California State Trooper went like this
BY: TYLER FYFE We were somewhere in Southern California speeding down the blacktop in a rental car when we saw the sirens of a State Trooper. We still had a brown paper bag full of the weed we had bought…