Robb Schiller

LA air­port now, my first trip to Cal­i­for­nia did not fail to let down. So many cool things hap­pened I can’t even begin to describe. So I thought I’d show a pic and pre­tend mem­o­ries are now num­bers adding up to the sum of an amaz­ing trip.

2 trits from Orlando + 1 can­celed flight from LA to SD + 3 solid stranger fam­ily mem­bers + 1 con­crete slam­ming early + 9 sleep ben­e­fit­ing pil­lows + 1 incred­i­bly wel­com­ing God fear­ing fam­ily with boards and cof­fee every­where + 1 cheez-it chicken face + 3 174% amaz­ingly amaz­ing­ful stoked on Jesus WOG’s + 1 Ikea mas­ter surf charg­ing charger + 1 white gear and peo­ple loaded tun­dra + 273 kilo­me­ters to Mt. Hairy + 3 sport chalet’s + 150 benji’s saved + 3 hour clean-up time/pseudonaps + 1 fiesta + 1 yard­sale­house­land + 2.4 mil­lion Pasadena street mob­sters + 6 cof­fee and muffins + 8.7 tril­lion ice par­ti­cles clus­ter­ing the slopey slopes of fun­ness + 1 cat­a­stroph­i­cally over­loaded moun­tain road with sled­ding flash ravers + 6 glu­tonized in-n-outed stom­achs + 1 dang hot cuzi + 14 hor­ton rewinds + 10 frozen fin­gers that are very warm in my armpits + 3 mis­sion beach reg’s rockin uggs + 1 quest for a Harley David­son wrap-around-your-waist + 8 humans in a flex on the five + 1 shower + 1 Bailey/Junior Seau + 12 corvette Judah what am I’s + 1 The Fall go see it now + 1 Ryder ryde back to a sec­ond night sleep­ing in a fish­tank coral reef + 1 hour time with Jesus + 1 Ron cliff surf pre­dic­tion Nate should have got­ten a lotto ticket + 3 sup’s + 1 Croy falling in love with epoxy 11 foot floaters + 1,637 yard pad­dle across the bay back to the old seals house + 13 days Phils is los­ing money + 58,276 taste buds in pure ecstasy at the bare back way + 4 mil­len­nium fal­cons fly­ing by Qual­comm + 227 Christ­mas lights out­lin­ing the most orig­i­nal piece of San Diego archi­tec­ture + 6 steaks per­fectly flared by the pool king him­self + 1 Rooi­bos tea spill to mark the begin­ning of some beau­ti­fully chal­leng­ing and inspir­ing con­ver­sa­tion + 3 times Timmy p has seen Thom Yorke melodiz­ing + 1 new crew of book­ies + 8 hours of sleep and miss­ing some epi­cally clean sets before church + 3 times singing “for you are good ” in a jam of a flood wor­ship set + 1 dar­ingly bold teach­ing high­light­ing the shep­herds call to his sheep + 11 cups of cof­fee con­sumed by SD’s hella hyfe 6 + 1 returned pair of jeans that wanted to blow some flow + 18 hugs, although mostly from cheez-it head, not dwelling in sor­row but rejoic­ing for bless­ings from the father of lights + 1 excru­ci­at­ingly cruel red-eye home which makes a forty hour travel time to South Africa seem like a bike ride to Longs for some dum-dums = a unquat­i­fi­able expere­sion of joy and grat­i­tude for Nate the Great, D.E., J. Lew and Miss Vegas herself.