Our campsite – Joan’s Ford Flex in front of our tent.
The back of the Flex served as the pantry – as always…
This one tree above our campsite caught my attention. My son – now 19 – pointed out that he always liked the shape of the top of it, and imagined, as a small child, that it looked just like a robot. Naturally Joan had a different take on what it might be…
This is from the inside of the local pub. They have an amazing selection of beers, and always something really interesting and amazing on tap (for me that means hoppy). It’s fun going to the same campsite every year for 13 or more years now. We’ve gotten to know a few of the locals pretty well. This is our friend Tracy’s dog. He’s the local tree man and an amazing musician. As I drew this another local – a man a few years older than me – came around to see what I was doing. Turns out he, like me, was an Art Center graduate (he from the mid-1960s, me from the mid-1980s). It was fun to talk to him about storyboarding and the advertising business. He’s retired now and living in beautiful Big Sur!
Some sketches from our annual Big Sur camping adventure last month. These are my camping shoes – once, long ago, they were reputable, now they’re so beat up I only take them camping.
One of the many California scrub jays that wait for you to drop something edible.
And this – from a camping dream. It always amazes me the weird dreams I get while camping. I don’t remember much of this except in involved being in some kind of studio and seeing all my drawings, from like my whole life, laid out against the wall in the hallway. I have no idea what that might mean, but in the morning I was compelled to draw it while it was still fresh in my mind…
Kids are all back in school. October is about to begin! (My favorite month!)
This is Jack and Seth sitting by the campfire. The sketch below it is my idea of what the cereal box sketch book might look like.
We went to the Henry Miller Library to see Black Francis in concert there. It’s a great venue to see music. A couple years back we had seen John Doe and Peter Case there. Very small, intimate venue – folding chairs on the grass, probably a couple hundred people max. I was not familiar with Black Francis, but was informed by my wife and cousin Jerry that he was in the Pixies. It was a great show, and a nice experience only a couple miles from the campsite.
A lot of people came to visit us and stay with us at the campsite. It was great to see Uncle Jerry again. He’s folding up his tent in the lower left-hand corner.
We aren’t very active campers, usually a good book, a sketch book, guitar playing, some crafts to work on, good food, lots of sleep and rafting down the river are our activities. We aren’t the hiking, rappelling, bungie-jumping sort.
Joan, as usual, cooked some fabulous meals at the campsite. Those little bottles at her feet are the used propane bottles used on the camping stove. Every year that little Coleman two-burner stove gets a serious workout.
Every year we go to Big Sur, to the same campsite, for a week or so. We just got back and I managed to finish off my latest sketch book! So there are a few images to share. Here’s the campsite. More to come!
Summer’s over! One last look at the summer camping trip: my son reading by the riverside. This one done as a birthday card for a family member.