I had heard of it for years. Ever since I started roaming up and down the California coastline people talked about the area. ‘Have you ever been? You should go…’ I had never been nor knew much of it, but recently a couple friends of mine talked about making the trek. North to south. They wanted to hike the 25 miles of rugged coastline with gear and surfboards on their backs in hopes to get away and score some waves. They called it “The Lost coast,” as there were no direct roads that ventured there. When they built highway one years ago they had to divert the road inland 30 miles due to the treacherous landscape of the area. This, without mankind’s footprint, made for beautiful stretches of pristine beaches and naturally provided a home to a multitude of wildlife that freely roam the land including black bear and a family of elk. This truly was one of the last wild frontiers left on this continent where one could get away and get lost for a while.
Although I had never been on any sort of overnight backpacking hike, I immediately asked If I could join them. I knew it would be rough but figured I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, it may never come again Right? I trusted my friend for this type of adventure. They had a lot more experience than I did and had just recently climbed mount Whitney with ice picks. I thought “well if there’s anyone I would wanna go on this trip with, it’s these two.” They had all the equipment, I had nothing. I owned a backpack and some camping essentials but as far as boots and an actual overnight long-distance hiking pack I had nothing. It wasn’t climbing a mountain with ice picks, but I had heard of the miles and miles of unforgiving terrain and with a 30 pound back and surfboard strapped to my back I knew it was going to be a big test of my will and mind. I decided to use my head and do as much research as possible to prepare my head for the trip. I asked friends and spent hours searching google. To my surprise there wasn’t much. This worried me a bit, why weren’t more people doing it? Supposedly there was possibility of surf along the way, but was it worth lugging a board 25 miles just to find out? I quickly found out the hard part wasn’t so much the weight of your board, but the fact that it acts like a sail when the winds pick up, which is often. Besides finding that out, I read another article that highly recommended against beginner hikers attempting the feat. What the hell was I getting myself into? I said aw screw it and stayed on board.
I began gathering my things that I did have, and reached out to a few companies for the things I didn’t. Teva gave me a pair of hiking boots that worked really well for the trek. Surf Durt gave us surf screen for our face and Bare Essientials hooked us up with sunscreen for the long miles under the sun. Everything else I had or borrowed.
My gear list looked something like this
6’2” G&S single fin surfboard
4/3 patagonia wetsuit
Large Coleman backpack
Minimal cooking gear ( the food and cooking items were shared between all 3 of us)
1/3 of the food ( mostly dehydrated meals and snacks )
Cannon ae-1 film camera & 4 rolls of film
Small first aid kit
One pair of pants, one pair of boardshorts, three tee shirts, one long sleeve button up, a crewneck, three pairs of socks, a beanie and a hat.
A water bottle and filter. ( To keep filled with filtered spring water along the way )