August 15th (Thursday, 12:22am ( Read more... )

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007 (11:22am ( Read more... )

Before I go to bed, heck, before I get any drunker, or before these batteries die in the spare flashlight, I want to at least document the rest of my Tuesday. Plus, I really, really have to pee and cannot leave the campfire burning to do so. It’s cold out here, people ( Read more... )

NOON on the I-5 ( Read more... )

Got up to the sounds of Jay moving stuff around outside of the tent, but fell back asleep after I checked the time. That extra half hour was totally worth it. Finally I dragged my lazy ass out of the mummy bag and put my pants on. I packed up my gear and headed out of the Walrus and was even able to break down nearly all of my gear by the time I ( Read more... )

I finally awaken from my slumber well after the 10:30am wake-up call from the Didge Heralds. Oh, I heard ‘em all right, I just chose to go back to sleep. I ended up sleeping in late, as I went to bed around Dawn last night (this morning). Mattie showed up 5 minutes after Jay retired to his tent and together Matt and I stayed up well into the ( Read more... )

Just changed into my curtain shirt and Aussie hat, but I ditched the glasses, the fashion frames are getting too much use and I don’t want people to think I actually wear glasses, you know? Then I gotta answer questions when I take ‘em off suddenly. I also desperately need a drink and I must hike back down and across the stream to the port-o- ( Read more... )

We woke up at 6am and said buh-bye to David, who was on his way out to his job, training tigers. Seriously, that’s what he does for a day job. Since I am lame and don’t drive stick shift, Jay was behind the wheel all day long. ALL DAY LONG. We drove all day through Nevada and then Northern California. We hit small mining towns and ghost towns and ( Read more... )

My father was gracious enough to drop me off at the Southwest baggage area where, upon saying farewell, listened to Motown and awaited my check-in. After what seemed like an hour I got it all sat, consciously ignoring the thrower who waited a beat too long for a tip which was never forthcoming.
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...but not to gamble, imbibe, or go whoring. I will be linking up with Jay and heading up to Oregon for a few days, then down to California for a few more, then hoem again via Vegas for a two-week stint out West. I will be attending the West Coast Didgeridoo Festival Circuit, which consists of Chad Butler's In-Didj-in-us Festival, a week for ( Read more... )