WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE

Spent the weekend up at the Truckee River. Sunburns. Dogs. Beer. Bear. Questionable discharge of firearms. Goodtimes. You will notice there are no actual pictures of the river. Pretty sure any camera brought within 50 yards of the water and Mr. Joe W. would not have survived. See yall next year.

SHOOT THE FIRE

I CANT DRIVE 55

48 hours. 750+ miles. Remington Hot Springs. Panoche Hills. Got lucky with the weather. Not so lucky with mechanical trouble(s), dropped bikes, wrecked bike. No cops and just one Juggalo (ette) run in. Im pretty sure those kids were fucking in the hotspring...









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Asheville, the new Portland

The Brilliance of Charles. His pamphlet promoting Asheville to hipsters was just a glimpse of his writing skills. Enjoy this long lost treasure.

Fall is here, Finally

This was a brutal summer. Here in NC the heat never let up. For a solid month and a half we had no fan or AC in our house. It was miserable. Fall is a upon now though. Leaves are dropping, the air is getting crisp and I am developing that hankerin' to get the fuck out. Last year a couple of us invaded Will's friend's cabin in mountains. It was fantastic. I need this now.

Tasting, studying, contemplating sandwich eating is an essential part of enjoying autumn. Here you can see our top sandwichologists testing their creations.

 Snorkel Hottubbing = Friend Soup. Hot Springs are few and far between on the East Coast, so a barrel of hot water will do.

 Sweet Double Exposure. Will's commanding spirit.

Hammocks save lives.