The Three Burns's Sight Seeing Co.

The last time Mom, Rachel, and I were all together was in California on my 25th birthday. We spent the day hiking in the magnificent Redwood National Park, and the last two weeks traveling as a threesome around Norther California and Oregon. We're an odd trio, but mostly I'm the odd one out. I let go of my long individualized travel style and tried to enjoy the life of hotel rooms and roadside attractions. The Great Northwest provided plenty to look at along the way.



We settled for a 4th of July firewords display that was not of our own production.


My sister the Pathologist looks intellectually at an inspiring portrait of death at the Sacromento Art Museum.


Mother the tour guide at Another Roadside Attraction.


Mom and Rachel at the Dee Wright Observatory on the McKenzie pass with the North Sister in the background.


Mom investigate the walls of this several mile long Lava Tube.


Newberry Falls with Indian Paintrbush.


Proxy Falls, the most beautiful waterfall with the ugliest name.


The Maple Understory.


A cuddly lookin' Harbor Seal on the Oregon Coast.


Mom and Rachel pick up smooth, colorful rocks on the North California coast.


From our hotel room at Crescent City, CA. Can't complain.


Rachel at the foot of a Giant Redwood, Redwood National Park.


We hiked through the Giant Redwoods down to the coast. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my birthday. Who knows when the three of us will be together again!

Yellow's Story

I didn't always travel alone. At work Cameron Lucas and I schemed up an ambitious plan for our time off: road trip Red Rocks, Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Pheonix, and Joshua Tree in 11 days. It was a surly itinerary including much rock climbing, backpacking, and skydiving. Our vehicle for the journey was Cameron's trusty VW Wesfalia Van named Yellow, and a good time was had by all.


The Red Rocks Rendezvous rock climbing convention was happening at Red Rocks, our first stop.


Cameron placing gear on a sweet diheadral at Red Rocks.


The Team Name that says it all.


Backpacking the Grand Canyon: 3 days and 2 nights of a dream come true.


Wear Sunscrean.


Definately a rush; woah.


Arizona Desert and endless highways.


Multi Pitching at Joshua Tree, soo beautiful.

So I Went West

Eventually higher mountains and bigger wildernesses got the better of me, and I had to see the Great West. It was a simple plan: live in my car, travel the West, take pictures, and work Wilderness Therapy half the time. It was sweet; when I wasn't working I drove around and camped out and visited national parks and saw old friends. I drove many miles and crashed many couches until eventually, 6 months later, I unpacked my car and moved into a house in Bend, OR.



Me old AustraLearn Maties!! Our Reunion in Portland for New Years.


A Waterfall in the Columbia River Gorge sillouhettes Alex on a hike.


The Southern Oregon Coast from my Secret Pulloff Campsite on Highway 1.


Sea Anenome. Cooool.


The kind Northern California Coastline.


A bon fire in Arcata, CA with Old Friends and Firefighters Angela and Sika.


I got a thrill riding my trusty Bianchi over the Golden Gate; Hell Yeah wouldn't you!?


Katie Morton shows me how Grad Students at Berkeley party and sinks the winning beer pong shot.


This just about sums up Santa Cruz.


Home Sweet Home, you know it!

Ultimate is Life

While in Asheville I played as much and as well as I could The Greatest Game on Earth with a community of spirited, devoted, and party loving Ultimate players. Everytime I'm back in town there is great Ultimate to be played before we retire to the Brew & View for a pizza and beer. More than just team mates, these are dear friends. No one does Ultimate like Asheville!


The above mentioned Party Lovers in Hilton Head, SC for the anual December hat tournament Sammy Clause.


Seven very tired individuals after finishing second at the Seven Little Idiots Savage tournament at Tom's Ant Farm, GA.


The dead sexy Strassasaurus.


Cathy Jones looking very serious indeed.


Evan throws a picturesque hammer. Why not?


I swear I'm playing defense.


Brady's look of intense concentration. Go Brady Go!

Belize Break Out!

In February 2006 I milked my wilderness therapy schedule for a sweet 5 weeks off. The price was 3 weeks of work, and the pay off was Belize! The idea was a backpacking photo expedition to central America, an adventure, and to learn better how to travel on my own. It was a brilliant success and I had an amazing experience. Traveling alone I made friends easily, and the pictures I took on this trip feuled my increasingly out of hand photography addiction, still out of control. Here are the high lights.


Sunset from Caye Caulker, paradise.


Scuba diving was a big draw for me in Belize. This is me on a dive... the Blue Hole perhaps?


This is Tabacco Caye, off the cost of Dangriga, southern Belize.


Scotty Booth from my Furman Daze joined me for a little while; this picture just about sums his visit up.


An Osprey flies back to her babies on Tobacco Caye.


A juvenile Basillisk, or Jesus Christ Lizard, gets ready to run.


Sweet.


Angela points to the pin on Belize's only Frisbee Golf Course at the Trekstop Hostel near the Guatamalen border.


Travel companions Angela and Sika on Xunantunich ruin.


One of the many tall steep and massive temples at Tikal in Guatamala.


Monkey, make your move... Tikal.


Robby, Brian, and "woman from Amsterdam" in front of 1000 foot falls. Thanks to Robby for driving us all there from San Ignacio.


The park in front of Robbie's house in the very healthy town of San Ignacio.


A vine snake spied hiking in the jungle near Achtun Tunich Muchnal.


Real skull from a real Mayan sacrice in Achtun Tunich Muchnal cave. Spooky stuff.