Costa Mesa, around 3:30 am is a cold time of night almost any day of the year. Adrenaline is running though and the boys are loading up the trucks and headed straight into certain great adventures. The sun wont be up for hours. We are though and we’re headed deep into Mexico and are packing for any weather that may come our way and are still awake shuffling shit around as it nears 4:15 am. “What to bring?” everyone thought. “10 hours south of the border should surely be warm this time of year ??” says everyone of us with haste.
Luckily we were dialed in with a full range from ourCaste’s Spring 2015 collection that was meant to brave anything that came our way. The Spring offering basically has us covered in any event. Weather ( hahaa, see what I did there) it’d be torrential rain, rolling fog, sweltering heat, frigid nights, the very common fiesta or two, feral cacti and any number of senoritas warmly awaiting our traveling souls we were going to have what we needed to get through comfortably. We just needed to know what toys to pack. That was the tricky part. Can’t really tell a team of six grown boys that they can’t bring everything they want to play with while heading off into the very deep feral lands of Mexico. We were armed to the teeth with tequila and beer and all of the right equipment to make a six day trip worth taking.
Here is the beginning of our adventure into the many faces of Spring with a range that was built almost entirely to test the word functionality and durability. As we wove in and out from the coast and back through whoop-tie-dos and back throughout the fog covered coast again the climate rose and sunk like the ocean’s tides. Our bodies were on an climate changing roller coaster. Starting with the Aether or the Ares as a base, followed by the Silas and the Saul seemed to be the call. All of these pieces are easy to layer while keeping you warm and dry and easy to remove and wear only the first layer when the sun pops its head up for that hour while you’re drinking beers on the side of the road, kicking tires, talking shit with each other. We were topped off with gas and back up tanks in case we got too deep in and assumed we’d only be stopping to take a leak or possibly get a glimpse of the ocean through the thick fog.
It’s time to go. Steven Stone flew in from Utah and the rest of us ( Cal Lathrope , Sterling Foxcroft, Gage Fisher, Forrest Minchinton, and LJ OLeary ) were in Orange County feeling like 8th graders about to embark on the field trip of a lifetime. Anticipation and adrenaline where high. At 4am even when there is as much adrenaline running through our veins as there was, you’d think it would have us warm and toasty. It was foggy, damp and cold. Almost everything was getting wet before we could even get it into the trucks. Perfect time to try out the Saul jacket and let it work it’s magic. The importance of our gear and our mental state was going to be key. We had a long road ahead of us and were about to get ourselves well outside of our comfort zone in search of someplace desolate to call our own for a few. No electricity, no running water, no fucking cell phones, no toilet bowls and just ourselves, some toys, our instincts and the Spring two thousand fifteen collection that ourCaste was outfitting us in. “Hey guys tell us what you think, we’ve made this shit tough enough to get you through anything that comes your way, should be a charm on any chicas you befriend along the way as well. Let us know how it works” was all the instruction we were given. We all smiled a shit eating grin that you know you’ve worn yourself a time or two when you knew things were about to get about as fun as they could get. What man-child doesn’t want to dive head first into that scenario every day of his life ??