I Peed my Pants Again....

So Dan puts this address up and insists that I go there frequently. I did. This is what I found:

"i just threw up repeatedly
on the entire entire walk down A1A
to the pizza place....
then on the way back slipped and fell in it "

I enjoy laughing....

Gear Testing is Fun....

With rainy weather and lack of any significant flow in the river I have decided to test waterproof gear in another creative way.... So far so good.

Thats the new SeaVault Cube from Outdoor Research holding up well.

Another test is also holding its own: 35" BFG MT's! It seems that everytime I put larger tires on one of my vehicles that this is how its supposed to be. The death wobbles have not shown theyre ugly face, the ride is smooth and the bumps in the road eaten up no problem without that weird scary pre wobble shimy. The weld seem to be holding as well.

The Watery Tart....

Everything that you think a moistened bink is and should be. Plus shes heaving swords.

The Moistened Bink....

More wet and sultry shots from the coast:

Potential....

If this isnt the image of a future canadian, than I dont know what is.... I think I should go pro hockey this winter!

McMudder....

There are pros and cons to great deals no matter what they are. Sometimes they can be serious and sometimes not. The first set is a before after comparison..... and yeah those are 35's with no lift....tight.


Right now my sweet Craigslist deal is in the testing phase....

The Coastal....

Note: dog is swimming and somebody keeps getting in my pictures somehow....

Top Ten....

In There....

Finally make it to Cali via the Mojave (sucks) and into the San Joaquin (sucks) and drive right through this oil ranch. I dont think you could get them pumpjacks any closer if you tried. Mind you the temp in the SJ valley is a solid 10 degrees hotter than the Mojave, which was quite unexpected (108F). You could say the jacks, the heat, us, and everything was "In There".

On the Coast all was good. Temperatures went down to the 60's, there was water and Zambi could get out and freak out. Shes perhaps the best travelling dog in the world. She slept from Flagstaff all the way to the California coast. I wish I couldve been doing that.

Dog Mountain....

Perhaps the coolest escape from the world of ugh to the the world of ahh.... Up in Colorado lies this little gem. The yucca and myself still have issues to work out, and we found all kinds crazy relics like Lime Kilns and bleeding feet from yucca, wait, uh.
You will also start to notice that I have a panoramic fetish, and cant shoot images in a flat horizon (click to see full size).


I almost forgot to mention the crazy house:

I wouldnt recommend standing near these as something might fall off at any time!

Serious, Biblical Giving....

So on my way to California (thinking of gold panning) Moriah and I got to a town near Loma Mar where we saw a bunch of free signs. We stopped, and noticed everything had a similar theme. It seems somebody wizened up and decided to get out of the extreme christian following, which is where we found this (note superfluous comma):


This is just a baiter till I get the Pacific Coast Highway pics processed....soon. BTW if your down for some good tunes, try Bonobo in Pandora, super chill.

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

Wholly Shit....

Back and packed and ready for accion!!!



Lots have happened in the last month. In Reversish order:

Yesterday I was talking about how I was due for a guide swim. I got it in less than an hour after that in the Fangs, where I swam the 2-fer-1 last year.

Its whitewater hiking season, officially.

Guide Stick Madness, I bought TWO of em, and can already feel my shoulder getting better after 4 days off of aluminum. Ladybugs!!


I just had the worst chocolate shake ever, didnt know that was possible?

Spent about 3 weeks in Colorado, charging the river and having a metric ton of fun. Some of it was with Zambi, who grew up a bit and turned into a really good dog and less of a feral menace to society. Cracking a nail in half really mellows a dog out too.

FIBArk was tight as well!

Within those 3 weeks spent some time in Utah of all places, dirtbiking with friends!

Became one of the infamous Angl-Junc Flyfishing Guides because Ive been fishing so much in the last 5 years....0 times. Funny enough, while I was there I was thonly one to catch anything using my super secret patened technique..."cussing". Im all over the site, poised as the Hairy Guy.

Interested in Western Washington University as a host for my grad school needs. Everyday I find out more interesting reasons to move there.... like Whistler's close range.

Beer Fines....

When river carnage happens theres a fine to be paid in frosty beverages. I love relatively safe carnage, and the cleanup, but thats bc its usually not mine. Last year I had one flip that was semi on purpose as a learning experience for the rookies. Had an amazing highside event. This year the water was wasting away and we were thinking it was going to be a short Box season. Then the agriculture guys shut off the irrigation to cut their crop and and the river spiked, and its spiking still. Going up. Thurs it was 780 cfs. Today its 1700. Sickness. Back from tangent, in Souse Hole, I flipped, first of the year, with an 8-year old, who was loving it!!

Mistaken Takenings....

A week up on the Arkansas....and I forgot my camera and toothbrush there. Though I got to chat with Eric Jackson and run some sick river madness.....

ugh