RICH COAST

COSTA RICA




By far the richest experience of my lifetime came one week ago on my honeymoon in Costa Rica. This trip was more magical than any trip I have taken, my days filled with childlike wonder.

I am a 6 year old, and this is my Disney World.  

While in Costa Rica, I am reminded of how close I am to nature and also, unfortunately, that I am not close enough in my everyday life. Costa Rica has an infections state of mind that leaves one questioning ties to material possessions and the things we work towards every day in our big rat race. The people here are happier with less than those I know who have much more. It's the right way to live life. Care about others, be kind, and care about the world around you. 




Day 1 started at 6 am, waking up in airplane seats after four hours of sleep on a redeye flight, immediately followed by a 3 hour drive to our hotel. I really loved driving across the country and through the green mountains, despite struggling to stay awake. Nonetheless, we wasted no time upon arrival, especially once we heard about the private path through the jungle to a private beach near where we were staying. Not more than 15 minutes into our hike, we found a colony of Howler Monkeys whooping and hollering in the trees surrounding the beach. 



Mind was already blown. 



ISSIMO



Each morning and evening our giant window faced 180ยบ of undeveloped jungle, and we never knew if who would come visit us first: Sloths, Toucans, Monkeys, Iguanas, Night Geckos or strange insects. 



When traveling, I generally make it a point to try and find some lesser-traveled paths. Manuel Antonio National Park skews a bit touristy for Costa Rica, and so we weren't itching to go into the park despite its beauty. Fortunately I had been looking for good herpetology tours before leaving town and had stumbled upon Rainmaker Park. 




29 Palms

Hopefully over this long weekend I can overcome my Costa Rican "Pura Vita" vacation hangover and return to normal life.  I've been having a tough time coming back down to earth and after descending from the fairy tail week with my desert bride and life in a tropical paradise. While I work through that I'll just be reliving those weeks through the billions of photos I took.

I'm in the process of digging through thousands of wildlife and jungle photos from Costa Rica, but in the meantime I'm posting some photos of our week at 29 Palms.

Can't wait to get back to this magical place asap.






 









Mr. and Mrs. Brooks

We are back from the high desert and are married as can be. Our dear friend Mike will be posting photos on his blog soon,  but in the meantime, here's a history of us and a handful of preview images. #MONGOTROBBED on insta. See you soon Costa Rica.


Our Story from Rob Brooks on Vimeo.








New Diggs

I've been pretty stoked on my new gig since starting in February of this year. I'm also stoked that I got to collaborate with Nigel Sussman again for our new office mural last week. Always a pleasure to work with this dude and he did a bang up job.

Below is some shots of him working and the final piece. If you didn't put it together, I will give you a hint that this represents something about what I do for a living. I'm also in there somewhere.

More info soon. Getting married this week, so gotta be brief.








DIG THE NEW VIEW!







BROACHELOR PARTY

Well, I had it. Two weeks ago. However, due to being sick and working some heft hours, this is going to be my only post for a little while. More photos to come.

Side bar, I am very thankful to have the kinds of friends that are willing to fly out here and have such a rad time before sending me off to married land.


































DEADBEAT TEMPLETON

When you live in LA, you have tons of opportunities to meet all of your childhood skate heroes. Thanks Slow Culture for such a bad ass show and making my 90s dreams a reality!



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WRAY

A month or so ago I blogged about a day in the freezing cold desert getting sand blasted for a music video shoot. SANDBLASTED. Justin released the video and here it is. Lots of Jeremiah and I Daft Punking around in the desert looking for hidden psychedelic portals that we absorb in our breast plates. Little bit of me sticking my butt out too.




Thanksgaved Me A Weekend Outside Of LA

This past weekend we rented an eco-friendly cabin in mountains of Tehachapi. The sound of silence is all we heard for two nights. No phones, not wifi, no tv, no problems. 







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Tehachapi is a farm town that has some alpine mountain ranges and is super close to the Mojave. The town itself felt a little like being in a small farm town in southern Illinois.





On day two of our stay, I decided to pick a direction outside of the small town and just begin driving. 


I managed to pick a pretty great route that started by snaking through a canyon filled with cows walking along the sides of the road.




This went on for about 15 miles until I turned on a dirt road that was set to lead me into the southern tip of the Sequoia National Forest. Didn't really know this at the time. Also didn't know how incredibly rough and rocky the road or rather "trail" would become. I just knew we had nowhere better to be that day, so why not drive 3.5 hours at a 8000 foot elevation gain? 


This view is from the tip of the mountain 8k above sea level and completely flattened by my wide angled lens. At this point I was wondering when my baby tires were going to blow and if this road was ever going to become a real road without rocks the size of Monica to drive over. I began wondering if we would see another human being anytime soon, or perhaps fall victim to an owner of one of the hundreds of intimidating private property signs riddled with bullet holes. 


We eventually ran into a really nice gentleman from LA that didn't shoot us and owned property in these mountains. He advised we find our way out by cutting through Jawbone Canyon past some wide open meadows and into the Mojave desert. We took his advice and even spotted this strange structure on our decent out of the mountains. Probably aliens. Or meth. Meth aliens. 



Not sure what this was, but I could hear strange noises in the distance on what was posted as being private property. I couldn't just leave this without going inside to see what kinds of witchcraft has been going on and so there I went. Looked a bit like constellations left behind by drunken bullet holes.


This is the point of crossing out of the Alpine forest and heading into the desert. Yuckas and alpine trees are growing on the same path and off in the distance we see rolling hills covered in windmills. 



Jawbone to Mojave hosts some great open plains. 






THE MOJAVE
Spectacular as always. 


Peculiar green rocks