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.
Valencia take on Madrid today in a classic battle. TB predicts a Valencia triumph with Juan Mata, Pablo Hernandez, and David Villa playing key roles. Edit: ALMOST
The derby between Barca and Espanyol takes place as well. Espanyol will fall to the axe of Ibrahimovic. Edit: YUP
Grandpa Wayne had an amazing compound down there. It was nice and remote. Were talking no women with the potential to ruin your life ANYWHERE in site. What a beautiful thing. Women with all their teeth that is.
This was a daily occurance. So much good food. So much belly growth. So much for hiding the salami..
Down the old trails you could catch a glimpse across the valley. This is old mining town shit. Eerie. Photo's to follow in Pt. III
This commercial was absolutely ridiculous. With a midget in obvious site. Lower left of the frame for those unsure, it was some local company that yielded the comment, "so you can focus on the little things in life." Dear, Roloff look alike, you nonverbally set your kind back another century. Good luck with your elf suit this month.
We got to grab a pre Turkey Day dinner at our Uncle Gordy's place. The Long family poured three drinks and the bottle of Bombay was nonexistent. Jill secretly filled it up with water and slipped it back into position, which was a laugh riot. Needless to say it was a great night. The fire, along with Mike's stories and a fridge full of brew let the night unfold as it should.
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.
