Bigg'uns....

Again I wander around and find myself in the midst of great things.

I just left Spokanada smiling and riddled with flat tires and headed back to RL. Got a call for help and headed over to the fishing mecca of Ft. Smith (eff tee smith) on the Reservation, so no beer is sold, byo only. Here at the beautiful Big Horn River Lodge life slows down, though mine was busy. Busy fixing and fishing. Putting in new well pipe, starting a dozen small engines for the first time of the season, moving, cleaning, decorating the lodge with dead animal heads and stuffed fish, replacing small tubing for water pumps everywhere. There are dogs and mayflies and sunrises and fishermen or fisherpeoples. Theres egos and my ego after catching a huge 4 lb'er bass in the ponds (pics tomorrow!).

I remember the days when I lived in Costa Rica at Rafiki. Ah, the awesome craziness. Well turns out that my friends that ran the lodge there are running the lodge here. Carlo and Janel rock it. Tight!

Did I mention the huge Bass yet?

So I better toss in a random pic of something...

Musical Minds...

So I was sitting here looking out the window, drinking coffee, admiring the sunshine. Thinking I was. I have this overwhelming desire to make music. This desire has come and gone ever since I was little. And then I decided to quit playing the trombone for the band in highschool = mistake. But I simply couldnt handle Marching Band any more, and being that it was a requisite for the rest of the fun stuff, I quit.

Marching Band is and always will be dumb.

And its hard to boot.

So sit here and think of making music. I listen to Limbik Frequencies and drift.

Speaking of drifting, I was searching the job market and keep ending up in the 1000 mile stare, visualising myself atop an oar rig in class IV. Shoulders hurt, sweat dripping from my face and mixing in the spray from the bow, chaco tan intact, sunglass tan: check! Feels so good I can barely stand it. Im gonna take a shower and pretend.....

L33t Sp33k Cats....

This is just a random collection of pics that I mostly picked up today, as I was crying laughing, where I shoulda been quiet.

If you were wondering, Im not that big into cats, but this IS funny.

Branding the Fun Way....

....And that would be with 2 kegs of beer! Drag em out and wrastle em down, stick em three times, burn em, and then kick em in the ass on the way out. Of course the calves wanted to go back in the pen, and we were drinking, so uh, they kinda got roped more than once.

These little turds were tough too. But I really had the funnest time... And then theres Felix, amidst the heat from the irons, the Busch Light, the lips packed with chew, and some spectators that showed up already loaded, ie. Kenny, the old guy with the dog and the whiskey.
And then I got caught on camera having a good time with some fella raft guides and birthday partiers, none of which I knew, especially the birthday girl, whom it looks like is being scandalous with my pocket. You cant tell, but its frickin cold in there them hills of Spokanadia...
And then I went home and bought two things...

A $50 Pathfinder....
And an 01 yz426f... and then you say "but you already have one?" and I reply, "its for Brian", and the response goes like, "oh", and then I show you this....
...and this last one, but you need to click on it for it to work: muahahaha!!!

Getting Wilfed, and Spokanistan....

So here I sit in the Red Lodge. Its supposed to be spring like it was last week but the mercury says 20 and the windshield is a constant pain in the ass. Guess I better wait for a few before I head north this morning, ice be horribles. So instead Im rebuilding my motorcycle. Why, one might ask? Well it turns out that 2 weekends ago I went dirtbiking and Got Wilfed.


This is pretty much joining Wilf on a full day barely mentally manageable trail ride minus the trail with lots of sweat while trying to clean up your mess of a self and preparing to wreck again ride. I think I had 12 major wrecks. Bent and rebent the front brake lever. Destroyed the rear brake rotor. Had three big off the back wheelie dismounts on hill climbs. A couple slow mo moon dust descent layovers, one of which had two big players: my ass and a cactus. What a disaster. I loved it. I probably burnt out the clutch that day too. We had to drag the bikes under a barbwire fence. Needless to say I slept real real good that night, after I drove to Bozeman at about 11pm. Destroyed.

The very next day I drove to Spokanistan or Spokompton or Spocanada, depending where youre from. I was visiting Amanda and hanging out with other local yahoos when I realized my addiction. I dont know how it got to this point, it happened so fast. Yes, Im addicted to Greys Anatomy. I sat there one morning onthe couch as the season 1 disc 1 was accepted by the DVD player. It must have been 3 or 4 in the afternoon when I figured I better be productive. So I took a nap. Same thing next day but I escaped and found the holy-I-pooped-my-pants-those-rapids-are-so-big class V whitewater running through town. OMG. I stared. Amanda was drooling. We both came to terms by accepting that almost no one else would understand. Whitewater had corrupted us both.


Moving on to the next bridge of approx 60ft we became moistened by the not so gentle but violent exploding water hitting water super spray that rocked the 90's. Wow. 23,000 Cubic feet per second really is a lot of water!!

Little did I/we know that the real falls were actually downstream some more. Uh, there is no line for a survivor through here. I figure the only way to WIN would be if you got flicked 300 ft from the first wave all the way over the gnar. Thats the only way. Drool. The bridge in the background is btw huge-asaurus for scale. I would like to see a basketball survive the journey. I dont think it would.