“…That gasoline smell?”
“Smells like……Disneyland.”
Give you three guesses what we did today.
We had to push the flight back a day because of weather, but it was well worth the wait.
What’s that white stuff on the mountains?
That’s Angel shit, honey.
Today we had Paul, Burton, Josh, Javed, Jack. and uhhh….Dave? And Harley the evil Hound from Hell.
Only 70 shopping days till Christmas…
It was as cold as it looks up there, too.
Surprisingly though, the rocks had really good traction.
These boys have been doing this trip every fall with me for a few years now. It’s an annual event. Funny how you forget just how steep it is.
A little respite from the gradient.
First trip this summer we were walking on the ice halfway out onto this lake. Just around the corner I decided to to a Superman onto some rocks and bruise the hell outta my ribs. Javed had a spectacular endo as well. Sure the rocks were grippy, but the roots were instant carnage today.
Josh drops into one of about a thousand rock faces.
Paul getting the hang of his new V-10
Burton in the trees.
Artsy shot of Jack (I think) in the Playground.
Cheezit. The cops are here.
Ho hum, more brochure shots.
“How do you know you’re taking a break?”
“Cause I’m having a Kit-Kat.”
“Think about it.”
Burton on the rocks. Careful, too many of those will make ya ill.
Ahh yes, the bill is now due. That’s a hundred foot drop behind that guardrail.
Payback.
In more ways than one. Good thing Paul wasn’t too seriously injured, but his bike was.
Nothing that a few zip ties and a Kokanee couldn’t take care of though.
