That’s it, thats all from the Chilcotin, folks. I’ll leave you with a couple of highlight shots from the expedition.

Haven’t I been here before?

Seems like not much has changed. Wellburn is still figuring out his camera.

James is still going huge.

Romo is too…

Too bad this zone isn’t going to work on film. Everyone look sad on three. 1…2….3!

And now for our future ripper segment….

I managed to be standing at the right place at the right time here. Twice a yar you get the setting sun and the moon in the right place for this effect.

Extra cool. The rest of the crew missed it, so they went to roast some weenie over an oil fueled fire. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……… hydrocarbons. Tasty.

We finished up by grabbing a few logs on the side of the road so we could build some huge ramp someplace.

Not quite St. Paddy’s Day, but with all the great footie in the can from this week we got our goofy on today.

It started with Mitch finding the remains of Mr. Coyote…

Mr. coyote, meet Mr Brycelands helmet….

Then we ran into some kind of street person at the gas station. Oh wait, it’s just Romo.

Shortly after that, we started to see some eggs falling from the sky. I guess Romo and James decided to go buy a dozen eggs and pelt us with them. Good idea, but they have lousy aim. We didn’t even see the first salvo in town. Out on the highway they missed us a few times when they passed us near the Sheep Creek Bridge. After passing us they set up and ambush. I came around one corner to see Romo running out of the bushes, firing eggs. One of them actually passed between my roofrack and the roof, but never hit anything. For a good rider, he has crap aim.

Of course, everyone in the van was pretty riled up at this point. Whereupon I informed them of the lefotver lasagna in the cooler and the interesting fact that the rear doors of the van open easily from the inside. So everyone is like, “Hit the brakes and we’ll get ’em!” but like the old bull says, “Lets walk down and do the lot.” So I drove down the gravel road at the annoying speed of 82 km/h, about 2/3’s of the way across the road. Really annoying. James finally got sucked in to tailgating me, whereupon I hammered the brakes, the barn doors flew open, and Mitch fired a handful of lasagna at the open window…..

Most of it DIDN’T hit the window, but instead got Romo on the face. Good times….

OK, Back to work. Headcam time….

Oh, another tick….great.

So, we got a few shots just in case we needed some more footage, but today was all about the party. Who’s gonna teach this whippersnapper to two step?

Giddyup…..

Rennie, well he doesn’t need to be taught.

Everybody cut…everybody cut…..FOOTLOOSE!

Meanwhile, Romo celebrated by slaying some dragons of his own.