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Crescent Barred

Monday, June 6th, 2016

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It might be Monday, but I wish it was still Memorial Day at Crescent Bar.

Between boat tie-ups, BBQs and secret spot smokeouts, I managed to snap a few photos. TBH I probably took more client photos than personal pics, but such is life…

I haven’t been to Crescent Bar since college and this trip by far surpassed my last. Our camp crew rocked, we had a responsible boat driver and the weather couldn’t have been better. I returned to Seattle with a mild sunburn and unforgettable memories.

Huge thank you to Mallory and Kyndall for making our girls road trip one epic adventure! Next up — SeaFair. Who’s ready!?

♥ BB

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Palm Springs to Seeking Salvation

Thursday, March 31st, 2016

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On my bucket list of sites to see is Salvation Mountain, so for Valentine’s weekend in Palm Springs Val and I made the drive to seek salvation.

This inland gem adds a punch of positivity to the otherwise decrepit desert. The creator, Leonard Night, built Salvation Mountain out of adobe clay, stray and paint, as a testament to his faith. While Leonard recently passed away, his legacy lives on.

Salvation Mountain sits at the entrance to Slab City, off the grid 190 miles south east of Los Angeles. Val and I ventured into Slab City, and witnessed a mashup pf Burning Man meets Breaking Bad. Dubbed “the last free place in America,” Slab City takes its name after concrete slabs left behind from the abandoned World War II Marine barracks of Camp Dunlap. Today it’s a hot spot for snowbirds, squatters and those looking to get off the grid. Slab City, definitely a site to be seen.

If you’re exploring the Indio Vally, make sure to swing through Salvation Mountain. Slab City too, but I wouldn’t go there alone. Happy hunting and good vibes in your search for Salvation!

♥ BB

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To Bend and Back

Tuesday, January 5th, 2016

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My mom and George invited me to Bend, Oregon for their annual New Years Eve ski trip. With a season like ours, how could I not? I hadn’t been to Bend since College. Plus George and Mom are two of my favorite people to ride with. Invite accepted.

One of my favorite things about Bend and back is the drive. The Pacific Northwest is speckled with rundown old farm towns towns and dilapidated buildings. They’re so remote, it’s an eerie quiet when you step out to take pictures. The church especially gave me chills, as I didn’t dare venture into the abandoned hospital (or whatever it was) behind it.

Mom, George and I had so much fun skiing, eating and drinks with friends, we didn’t take many photos in Bend (beside iPhone pics). Our first day the mountain closed early due to extreme winds and crazy frigid temperatures. The next day Mom and I walked around town while George went skiing. Luckily our last day we had clear skies and semi-soft snow conditions (I’ve ridden worse).

A quick note about the shirts George and I are wearing… Whenever I’m on a board I #ShredForBrad, one of my friends who suffered a serious wakeboard accident in 2014. The proceeds from shirt sales go to helping Brad’s recovery and spinal injury research. Whether it’s the top of Bachelor or buttery Lake Ronix, if I shred, I shred for Brad!

On my drive home I stopped in Shaniko, a ghost town in Oregon. Erected as a railroad town in 1900, Shaniko now holds a population of 30. Something about the snow and scenery made it impossible to pass up pictures. Who’s down for a road trip back this spring?

Shortly after taking these pictures, I accidentally drove 30 minutes east, spun out into a ditch, overflowed my gas pump by a lot then spent four hours trying to cross Snoqualmie Pass. But it’s a new year, so we don’t need to discuss those things.

♥ BB

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Polly Around SeaTown

Monday, November 16th, 2015

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A few photos from Polly’s visit to town.

This marks her first trip to the Pacific Northwest so naturally we hit up tourist spots like Pike Place Market, the EMP and Space Needle. During my last trip to LA we jokingly suggested she start the hashtag #PollyAroundTown, so I guess this is Polly around SeaTown.

Thanks for the weekend visit Polly, see you in SoCal again soon!

♥ BB

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Oh Hey, LA

Friday, September 11th, 2015

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Oh hey LA, it feels good to be back.

I spent an extended Labor Day in Los Angeles and it felt like I never left.

Polly picked me up Thursday from LAX and we went straight to Tatsu. Starving from work and a flight, I’d been craving my usual Hippie Ramen with extra corn. It hit the spot. After a little girl talk we passed out in prep for a looooong weekend.

Friday morning we worked at my favorite Abbott Kinney spot, Intelligentsia and scoped the usual crowd of models, actors, creatives and aspiring-somethings. We met my friend Leco at the skatepark to catch up and I spotted a few familiar faces. Venice Beach felt nostalgic, as I remembered my Horizon days. The house still looks like people smoke crack and shit in the driveway, so I guess some things don’t change…

A typical Friday in Venice Beach means a gathering a Guigo’s (and Alyssa’s too!) followed by drinks with friends at James Beach, so that’s what we did. I ran into a couple CrossFitters and Cougs, so deemed Friday night a success.

Saturday morning Polly taught piano, so I met a political friend Peter for brunch. He’s a fellow freedom fighter and supporter of AGE, so great to turn online connections into real world action.

Saturday afternoon meant six hours at the Olympic Spa with Val, followed by (another round of) Tatsu. This time I also ordered the Wagyu burger, because that’s what you do after a detox.

Saturday night Polly, Val and I met friends DTLA at King Eddy’s. Per LA fashion, we ran into other friends as well, and danced the night away.

No holiday weekend is complete without Rhonda. Look at the Facebook photos. Enough said.

Post-Rhonda we ate ramen. Yes, a third ramen trip. We tried another spot, Urban Ramen, which gave Tatsu a run for its money, then called it a night.

Monday morning Val and I hiked Runyon, ate acai bowls and beautified for Wavy. We Uber’d to Hotel Figueroa for one final hurray with friends from The Well and DimMak.

We wrapped an unforgettable weekend with eyelash extensions (Val is ah-maz-ing) and some animal style.

And just like that, I was in and out.

Thanks to all my LA friends who made this one for the record books. I miss you like cray and will be back again soon.

♥ BB

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