Species....

Maps for Tears....

With all this time Ive been diving back into my other loves: mapping and mechanics. Plotter is running and humming, and so is the "Apocalypse", which is the new name for the dodge. Last night I sucked off the tracks I made from the trip down to Utah and my college exploration mission to Ft. Collins. Thats a lot of driving. And Im about to do it again.

Bottom right is my house. Top right is Ft. Collins. Left is Duck Creek and that little loop center right was my detour while the fuel gauge read "E" for enough.

If anybody is keen for some sick poster action or maybe some maps of some super sick locales, make an order, bc I need to buy a new brain for this thing, currently setback at $600.

Coming soon in Sept is a mega road trip to Bellingham and maybe a continuation to AK. And for all those people trying to get me on Facebook, you can all suck it. I almost caved in, but didnt.

Steers for Beers....

Driving around scared. Zambi hasnt shit in the truck yet, but shes close. Witnessing the Death Wobbles as driver or dog is a frighteningly miserable experience. But I found the culprit after all kinds of research on the lappy and then actually getting underneath and looking....it was the same damned trackbar that I replaced 6 months ago. Bitch. Luckily I now know how to replace these heavy pieces of shit. After this new one with its lifetime warranty dies, Im modding it up to the 2003 spec, so theres no more ball joint to prematurely wear out. Ugh.

Time to Do Shit....

Now that the rafting world has come to an end, I have time to fix MY world. Steering box on the dodge sucks, apply bandaid. So much dogshit, compost it. Water tank up on the mesa, move it. A little bit of beer left in the keg, drink it. Some sun out and about, soak it in. A half finished flagstone porch, think about doing it later. Pictures of the so far today:

Gear Testing....

Here!!

La Cueva....

Been hunting out this potential mine up in the sticks for a while now and finally made it up there yesterday. thought I saw cabins in the imagery, yet saw none in the flesh. Did find some sick old machinery though, and Zambi has been officially documented as insane and afraid of trees.


On my return there shall be a new search for those damn cabins. What they were mining is still a mystery, but we found tons of green sandstonish rocks, which might be either a coppery oxidization or a byproduct of some sort of chemical leaching process....

In other news, I found out that tires for my dually are super expensive and x6. Its cheaper for me to go to 4 and get rims and tires....so if you know any sweet hookups...lemmeknowyo