Ushering in the Holidays

So... Who are the winners of the FARVAS?

Rock Lobster

We were at the beach,
everybody had matching towels.
Somebody went under a dock,
and there they saw a rock.
It wasn't a rock,
it was a rock lobster.

What's the story, morning glory?

What, you too tired to write?

Happy Halloween!

OMG!

After replenishing the empty wood shed at my parents house last week in lovely Central Wisconsin (running chain saws, hauling from woods and loading the wood splitter) my back needed a break. We (dad & myself) found ourself taking this break fishing for Steelhead and lake-run Brown Trout on the Oconto River just North of Green Bay.

Me thinks I might have to do that again. The Steelie measured 32" and the Brown 25". Steelhead is the biggest fish I've landed on a rod and reel.

Salud!

Here's a virtual toast from Allison in Mazatlan where hordes of leetle chihuahua dogs roam the beach and a colorful poncha is never more than 6 steps away!

Here's to YOU Footsoldier!

Brad, Sean... Matt made me do it!

Partypalooza 2004 video by Matthieu Chesaux

"just a quick spin up Sunshine"

You know how you feel when Highroller has perhaps, understated, the severity, accuracy or enjoyability of the endeavor you've embarked upon and slowly (or perhaps not so slowly) it dawns on you that despite the sideways sleet, daunting hill, scorching sun, lack of maps, lack of water, and/or lack of any idea where he's at it's ALL SYSTEMS GO! ? Yeah, that feeling. That's Trout's life. But remember that other feeling, the discoveries, that sense of giddiness at the pure ridiculousness of whatever you've gotten into, the fun on the other side of the sleet, the ridiculous slogs, the short to medium period(s) of complete lostness? Hopefully that will be Trout's life too! Come on!

In-cube sabbatical

Once we knew we were going solo to Vernal we downshifted the departure to Sat morning and took Friday as a busman's holiday, popping the Weasel back into daycare so Chainsaw and Highroller could actually ride together, at the same time, at once. Mt. Werner was going OFF with the fall colors so we moseyed up above the gondi, got lost, dropped down the fall line on a closed ski run, found our way, found some awesome aspen stands and finally ripped it to the base, to the car, to the Strawberry Park Hotsprings and promptly into a heat-soak coma...good times, good times. Plus we had Brooklynn's pizza for dinner (this is the highlife for Das Alfords folks).

You want more of that Vernally goodness?