Tromp Blog

The Horrors of the Summit Tunnel

The history of Wrights Tunnel in the Santa Cruz Mountains—once the second longest railroad tunnel in California—is a tale of death, greed and bigotry.

Rain Sorcery: A Wyrd Hike with Newts

On a witchy, late November morning, I set out in a steady rainstorm from Waddell Beach. My plan was to hike to the waterfalls—Berry Creek, Silver and Golden—in Big Basin Redwoods State Park and witness the season’s first heavy rain roar through the trio of cataracts.

Hike The Great Park: Whitehouse Ridge

View of Point Ano Nuevo from Whitehouse Ridge Trail. Photo by Allison Titus.

This short and sweet—but very steep—trail in Año Nuevo State Park climbs 800 feet in just over a mile.

Harbin Hot Springs and the Ten Thousand Fragments of Brahma

Goat Trails

Story and photos by Ryan Masters

Nov. 19, 2014—When surrounded by penises you realize that each one is unique. Not unique like the divine delicacy of a snowflake—grotesquely unique like the melting nose of a waxen clown. But still unique.

So You Want To Know What's Behind The Sign.

What's behind the big yellow sign, you ask?

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Danny MacAskill Takes 'Impossible Pinnacle' on Santa Cruz Bronson

Natural History and Pagan Rituals Under a Frost Moon

The moon rises over the East Side on Nov. 6, 2014, as seen from the Santa Cruz harbormouth. Ryan Masters photo.

In this week's Goat Trails Ryan Masters goes on a moon walk with the Museum of Natural History and celebrates a pagan ritual—on the same beach.

Fat Tire Friendships

Riding with the Mission Hill Middle School Bike Club.

Rules for Rainy Season Riding

Photo by Bruce Dorman

Rain is good. Eroded trails aren't. How to be a force for good and not evil when mountain biking after rain.

SF Giants World Series Victory Parade

Giants manager Bruce Bochy with the World Series trophy

Oct. 31, 2014—I am standing in the rain at the corner of McAllister and Hyde in San Francisco surrounded by my people—that is to say, hundreds of thousands of Giants fans. We are watching an intrepid drunkard. He wears a floppy orange hat that is cleverly constructed to resemble a squid eating his head and clambering up a lamppost. He proceeds to bait a growing posse of cops in the street below. We find this infinitely amusing because we are cold, wet and bored.