Camp as It Comes

Indian Cove Group Campground, base camp for four days.

We picked Indian Cove because it lets you sleep right inside the boulder field. You step out of your tent and the rocks are just there. House-sized, stacked at impossible angles, glowing pink at sunset. It is the kind of landscape that makes kids stop scrolling and adults stop checking the time.

We ran the trip the way we always do: shared kitchen, shared meals, Springbar canvas tents for the families who didn't have their own gear. One of our five sacred mantras is Camp as It Comes, and Joshua Tree tested it more than once.

The Night the DJs Showed Up

Around the fire on the first night.

One of the couples who came with their kids turned out to be 90's-music DJs. Not a hobby. Actual DJs. So our first full evening became a throwback campfire singalong that turned into a full-blown dance circle in the sand. Kids and parents who had introduced themselves four hours earlier were singing every word of the same songs they grew up on.

We always say the goal is not the activity, it's what the activity gives people permission to do. That night, the desert gave a bunch of strangers permission to dance.

A Night Hike With No Headlamps

The full moon coming up over the boulders.

We had a full moon that week. Joshua Tree under a full moon is something else. Bright enough that you cast a real shadow, bright enough that you can read your own face on the person next to you.

At 9pm, around the fire, I floated an idea: what if we did a 1.5 mile night hike through the boulders, with no headlamps, just the moon? Everyone said yes. Kids and adults, the whole group, walked out into the dark with nothing but moonlight to see by. It felt like walking on the moon. Other campers we passed couldn't figure out what we were doing. One group genuinely thought we were evacuating.

Nobody fell. Nobody twisted an ankle. Everyone came back quieter than they left.

The 50 MPH Wind Night

A Springbar holding its ground in the moonlight.

The second night, a windstorm rolled through. High desert wind is its own kind of weather. You hear it coming before you feel it. First the rocks above camp start to whistle, then the gusts pour down into the valley and hit the tents. We were getting gusts that felt like 50+ mph. One of the strongest nights I've ever spent in a tent.

Springbar canvas tents don't move in that kind of wind. They squat low and shrug it off. We knew that. Our first-time campers did not. My phone lit up with texts: Are we okay? Should we sleep in the car? We assured them yes, you're okay, no, you do not need to sleep in the car. Watching the canvas walls of your tent bow in under a 50 mph gust is unsettling the first time, even when the tent is fine.

I slept great. There is something deeply good about being warm and safe in the middle of weather like that.

Ryan Mountain

The 360° view from the summit of Ryan Mountain.

The next morning, the group was tired. Not enough sleep. And still, somehow, the vote was to take on Ryan Mountain. It is the hardest hike in the park. A thousand vertical feet, almost straight up, no real breaks. The 360° view from the top is one of the great views in the American desert.

Every kid in our group made it to the top. I was so wiped I dozed off in the driver's seat of the van waiting for the group to gather at the trailhead. But once we started, I put Eliza on my back and, with Geraro's encouragement (and his water), pushed up to the summit. There is a particular feeling that comes with cresting a ridge with a kid on your back and seeing the entire Mojave open up in front of you. It is the feeling we built Outdoorithm for.

The Teens Became a Crew

We had a handful of teenagers on the trip. None of them knew each other when they arrived. A few showed up skeptical, phone in hand, not entirely sold on this whole thing. By the third day they were thick as thieves. The last evening, every one of them scrambled up the boulders together to watch the sunset, no parents required.

On the drive home, more than one of them asked their parents whether Outdoorithm could put on a sleepaway camp. We're working on it.

And the Food. Oh, the Food.

Working the grill on brisket and ribs night.

A few of the families on this trip grew up in restaurants. The kind of folks who know how to feed a crowd and have fun doing it. Everyone pitched in. Over four days we ate some of the best outdoor meals I've ever had:

• Smoked salmon
• Fresh sourdough bread, baked in the mornings
• Brisket and ribs off the grill
• Pancakes, fruit, real coffee

One of the mantras we live by on these trips is Nobody Solos. The kitchen is the easiest place to see it in action. Nobody cooks alone, nobody cleans alone, nobody eats alone.

What Stayed With Us

It is two weeks later as I write this. Folks from the trip are still texting each other in the app, sharing photos, planning the next thing. One family has already booked two more camping trips of their own, inspired, they said, by realizing how good it feels to be out together with no schedule and no screens.

That is what we are actually building at Outdoorithm Collective. Not just trips. A muscle. A muscle for slowing down, for showing up for each other, for letting the desert (or the forest, or the coast) do the thing it does to a person.

Joshua Tree was the first trip of our 2026 season. We have eight more on the calendar this year, all over the country. If any of this sounds like the kind of thing your family has been quietly wanting, come join us. Next up: Pinnacles National Park. 🏕️

See you out there.