Cruising over the river into Oregon, we passed through the lovely traffic heavy city of Portland. Not much to document here other than the fact that we were on the heels of greatness with Eugene in the sights. Nico Fearn was on the menu, and you better fucking believe legends were born and stories were exchanged during our brief detour. The Nerf fight and "elevation" pt. II were carried out on the tail end of the trip when we stopped back by for another visit. Until next time we patiently lay dormant until we can feel alive again with the holy trinity + John in tact.
Here's a portrait of yours truly, Nicoosuave. That's Bone's official holiday card. Love it, because you're staring at it.
Let me start off by saying Mt. Shasta is pennies on the dollar to Mt. Raimotherfuckingnier. This is a snapshot on the end of our treacherous journey over the pass. If I had to describe it to you I would use the words "Yeti asshole" up there. Meaning a fury of white shit everywhere.
We finally got to the night's rendezvous point. A nice little place called The Holiday Inn Express. Ever heard of that? They let you stay in a room that looks like it was made just for you. This was Yreka, CA incase you were itching to know.
Another thanks was due when Wayne popped out the Full Sail Amber, a man of obvious taste. It was an early night after dinner though. We still had a large amount of pavement pounding to do in the AM.
We ate at a new local place that served mexican style american food or some shit.. The Tommy Gun is what caught our attention. Do you want some more homemade Tommy Gun? NOT TILL YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS IN IT.
This was one of the morning detours. A quaint little market/restaurant/morgue/deli. Good eats. From what I understand someone burned this mother down years back. And as a testament to its history the owners built it brick for brick how it was on the inside and out. Excuse me while I grab a little tissue, and shed some little tears.
This is a look at some of the items for kick ass sale in that kick ass store. Hell yeah, then we got back in my kick ass truck and kicked ass all the way to West Point, CA.
So scenic. Look at those lush horizons. At this point Garrett and I were playing hide the salami, I mean we were about 40 minutes away.
Cruising over the river into Oregon, we passed through the lovely traffic heavy city of Portland. Not much to document here other than the fact that we were on the heels of greatness with Eugene in the sights. Nico Fearn was on the menu, and you better fucking believe legends were born and stories were exchanged during our brief detour. The Nerf fight and "elevation" pt. II were carried out on the tail end of the trip when we stopped back by for another visit. Until next time we patiently lay dormant until we can feel alive again with the holy trinity + John in tact.
Here's a portrait of yours truly, Nicoosuave. That's Bone's official holiday card. Love it, because you're staring at it.
Let me start off by saying Mt. Shasta is pennies on the dollar to Mt. Raimotherfuckingnier. This is a snapshot on the end of our treacherous journey over the pass. If I had to describe it to you I would use the words "Yeti asshole" up there. Meaning a fury of white shit everywhere.
We finally got to the night's rendezvous point. A nice little place called The Holiday Inn Express. Ever heard of that? They let you stay in a room that looks like it was made just for you. This was Yreka, CA incase you were itching to know.
Another thanks was due when Wayne popped out the Full Sail Amber, a man of obvious taste. It was an early night after dinner though. We still had a large amount of pavement pounding to do in the AM.
We ate at a new local place that served mexican style american food or some shit.. The Tommy Gun is what caught our attention. Do you want some more homemade Tommy Gun? NOT TILL YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS IN IT.
This was one of the morning detours. A quaint little market/restaurant/morgue/deli. Good eats. From what I understand someone burned this mother down years back. And as a testament to its history the owners built it brick for brick how it was on the inside and out. Excuse me while I grab a little tissue, and shed some little tears. 
This is a look at some of the items for kick ass sale in that kick ass store. Hell yeah, then we got back in my kick ass truck and kicked ass all the way to West Point, CA.
So scenic. Look at those lush horizons. At this point Garrett and I were playing hide the salami, I mean we were about 40 minutes away.
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