The Wolfpack was initially formed some time in the winter of 2010 along the sandy beaches of Carpinteria State Beach. It was solidified in the desert amid Joshua Tree National Park one March weekend.

While human robots followed paths that had been tread before, the Wolfpack of 3 were motherfucking bad asses, climbing motherfucking mountains. What did you do? Because we climbed some motherfucking mountains.

This is a brief photographic regale of our J Tree adventure, camping for free just outside the park, with no one around (except for that Asian family that may have been a bit upset that I was speaking in Asian dialect all night because of an ingenious King’s Cup accents rule), howling at the early spring moon.

Hard to tell, but we are up in the atmosphere quite a ways here. What you can’t see on the other side of that cliff that Miss Mimi is sitting upon is a sheer drop, with tons of humanrobots below in a restricted campground following boyscout trails.

This is the image I imagine when I think of Joshua Tree—a pile of neatly placed boulders (by nature not man) to climb and these funky looking trees. We climbed this one and created our own paths as we ascended. That’s the best thing about bouldering in Joshua Tree, creating your own path up to the top.

Our first hike of the trip, hanging out in this riverbed before climbing some motherfucking mountains. Our campsite is off in the distance there a ways, a ways from everything actually.

As noted before, my Nikon EM has a terrible light leak from both sides. And in a climate like the desert where the sun beats down, it’s tough to not completely overexpose every single image and turn a roll of film into a waste of money. That’s why photoshop is so great, I can take a washed out photo, fix it up a bit, and put it into black and white to get the best from an otherwise waste-of-a-photo of our secluded campsite.

Okay, switch over to the digi camera. Our first real ascension into Joshua Tree’s untrodden peaks. We got as high as we could before pieces of shale started crumbling under our hands and feet and decided that was high enough…

Again, photoshop comes through, this time with a digi though. An otherwise overexposed photo turns into a moody, desolate photo that sums up J Tree pretty well if you ask me. Empty and dry.

We had to make some humanrobot sacrifices to fully embrace our Wolfpack selves. The humanrobot on the right was the first to go. Mimi felt remorseful and decided to pose for one last picture with the old sap.