A word of warning here. There won’t be as much BJJ in this blog, so hopefully you’ll be okay with that. Jen started sending pictures and videos out, and I picked here up at a trail crossing somewhere outside of Hemet. Yes, there is an outside of Hemet.
First, the Jiu Jitsu. Scroll down 4 paragraphs if you’re not a fan. I had a good session with Joao at Ribeiro in Carlsbad, and said good bye. Please check out his school there. http://www.ribeirojiujitsucarlsbad.com/ Also, it wouldn’t be modern media if I didn’t ask you to like him on Facebook too. https://www.facebook.com/ribeirojjcarlsbad/
It’s only been open a short while, but he’s the best dude and knows how to teach. I feel like I made a new friend. Maybe it’s because he’s short and bald and on the wrong side of fifty, but I feel like we have much in common. Except he can speak Portuguese. I can speak Spanish, but only kitchen Spanish, which involves much discussion of lechuga and who’s sister is the town bicycle. It helps if I’m drunk, much like my dancing.
On my way out of town, I dropped in at Studio 540 again. I had mentioned that I was there, and the instruction was really good, but no rolling. Today was the opposite. Some high level concept stuff for back control, including a cool lockdown from back, and all positional drilling at 50% effort. Then rolling!
This is paragraph 4, so we’re almost done. Let’s just suffice it to say that I really learned allot about the wide range of skills at Purple Belt. Which means that I had my ass handed to me by two purple belts at the school. These guys owned me from start to finish. All survival mode, which was less than totally effective. Then I rolled with the Professor, Aaron.
Not effective at all. Really cool guys, but they are “competition Purple” compared to my “hobbyist Purple”
Best Hike Today
I don’t know how many of you have seen this thing, but it’s both really cool and kind of daunting. This is the map.
You can click on the Half-mile way-points, and see the miles. I picked Jen up on this dirt road in that Anza Borrega State Park. It’s a trip, because there were all of these for sale signs for what appeared to be empty, rocky desert on this rough dirt road leading to the PCT intersection. Besides Sarah Conors’ sketchy friend from T-2, and some outlaw bikers, I can’t imagine who would buy a lot out here.
BTW, Terminator Wiki says his name is Enrique, and he’s Guatemalan. You know who else was Guatemalan? This guy.
Anyhoo, the point is, I picked her up in this lovely and strangely hot selling area at MILE 139. 11 Days ago, when she started out, I was supposed to meet her at Mile 100, give or take, which was two days ago. But it was supposed to be today. You picking up what I’m laying down? She’s 39 miles ahead of schedule. Most of us will never walk 39 miles, let alone be 39 miles ahead of the 100 miles we’d already walked.
Lucky for most of you who don’t want to read about which gym I got my ass kicked at, Jen is now here, in the trailer, full of pizza and cuddling the dogs. Also, hogging the blankets. I think we’ve both gotten used to sleeping by ourselves, and it’s an adjustment to crawl back into bed with someone.
This one is not of the rattling variety, but he’s big. Funny story: when I was growing up, we had a lot of snakes, mostly of the rattling biting variety, on our property. My father always warned us to be careful, and for the most part, we were. He also said that the non-rattling kind were harmless, and don’t be afraid. To make his point, he showed us a king snake that had gotten got in some bird netting around a fruit tree. Dad grabbed the snake to cut him free of the netting. The snake promptly bit him on the thumb. Hard. Lesson learned. Snakes are like cats. They can’t help biting you.
Since you’re probably bored of my meandering, here’s a cool video Jen took of her hike:
Her hike that afternoon. Not the one she did that morning. Or the the one she did the day before. Or the one she did the next day. What she is doing is really hard, but I think part of why she likes it is that it’s simple. What do I do today? Walk. Tomorrow? Walk. Next four months? Walk. We live in a world of endless options, and not to be all hippy about it, but deciding where you’re going to get your fat-free half-caff vanilla macchiato sucks up a lot of our time, and I don’t think it adds much to our lives.
“The joy of my afternoon is stopping to watch with tiny ant push this ball of something home. Cause he’s got high hopes. High Apple pie in the sky hopes.”
Isn’t she lovely:
The country here is what is called the desert section, but we’re sitting at 4000 feet right now. That’s more than 1000 meters if you’re from Europe. I think. I don’t metric good. It’s full of sandstone pushed up by granite and what I assume is a huge tectonic plate smash up. http://www.abdnha.org/anza-borrego-desert-geology.htm It’s really cool and amazing, and looks like a Western. Plus, there’s snakes. For Joe.
We’re hanging out for the day, Jen is sleeping in, eating a large pizza I got her, and petting the puppy dogs. It’s her first rest day, called a Zero in PCT hiker lingo. She’ll get back on the trail tomorrow most likely. She’s got her boots back from the boot stretcher, so we’re hopeful that the blisters will calm down. I also got her a bunch of fresh tortillas. She eats them with tuna. For some reason, that sounds disgusting.
Last note, Jen walked past the “town” of Warner Springs, which was officially the end Section A of Southern California! That’s the second official PCT accomplishment, the first being 100 miles! I think she gets to unlock some kind of charm or power-up for that, right? She’s now in Section B. Southern California ends at Section F.