Spencer is an adventurer and explorer by nature, drawn to the wild and the unknown. This past summer he rode dual-sport motorcycles 1500 miles over road and dirt with his Dad and three brothers. It was an extreme adventure, where they faced break-downs, fires, road closures and much more over the course of 21 days. In 2017 he walked 1200 miles down the coast of California over 98 days in search of a simpler way of living. Now he's going to explain his new adventure powered by Fuel.
The Alabama Hills are a scattering of yellowish-red boulders that range in size from small cars to three-story buildings strewn over many acres around the base of Mt. Whitney, the tallest peak in the contiguous United States and the starting point for our moto adventure through the southern California high desert.
We got in after dark, with just enough time to set up our tent and have a quick dinner before heading to bed. Sometime after midnight, I awoke with the tent pole hitting me over the head. Seemingly out of nowhere, the wind had picked up in a major way and was flattening the tent. I burrowed more deeply into my sleeping bag and tried to shut it out.
The rest of the night was spent in a quasi-sleep, not fully awake nor truly sleeping.
The wind was still howling when morning came, and when no one could pretend to be sleeping anymore we all got up and slowly put on most of the layers we had. January under the Sierra Nevada is cold to begin with, but the wind pushed the cold into your bones.
After a three-month hiatus for Abram’s arm to heal and all of our schedules to align again, we were back out to finish our moto trip through the Eastern Sierra. This time we were going south to north and our first stop was the Trona Pinnacles. An arid, moisture-less collection of spires and pillars eroded out of the sandstone by the harsh winds which shoot through the valley. It was the driest place I’d ever been, the hot wind sucked every bit of moisture from your pores and left you in a perennial state of thirst. We found a semi-sheltered spot to set up our camp, as we’d heard the wind out there can get strong enough to rip tents apart, and then we took an initial ride around the pinnacles to scout out the area. Trails and paths wind their way through and around the rock formations and as the sun started to descend from its zenith the light ripened to gold. After a brief rest back at camp we headed out again to catch the sunset light. Sunset in the desert hits differently, the light seems heavy in the air and rich with warmth even as the overall temperature drops. Everyone should experience a sunset in the desert at least
once in their life.