Sunday, May 31, 2015

Bremerton to Fort Flagler, out and back

I saw two seals while Crossing the hood canal bridge, and one watched me, then performed a little roll and disappeared in the briny deep. If he had fingers I think he would have given me the middle one. 

So many fucking cars, it's like California out there. 

Drugs are great and everything, but maybe too much drugs on the trip out? I should just do food. 
This is the view of the nook of the Quimper Peninsula, from FF
Watched this bald eagle get bullied by a crow. 
Psh. Typical. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Post-historic Yakima River Canyon art cave bed 'n breakfast

Outside of Selah, parallel to the road, there is a decommissioned length of highway.
At the end of the stretch of decommissioned highway is this tunnel, long since caved in and surrendered to the disaffected youth of the area. 
Here youths use drugs to get high and also here they make each other pregnant.
Youth also make graffiti art on the rocks.
I think I would like to someday, after I retire, move into this cave. 
It could be my like bed and breakfast. 
Tea is at 2, I would tell my guests, upon check in. Oh, and later, some boys will come in the night to threaten us. 
The tell-tale signs of PARTY are all around. 
Writers today can order tips online, and art supply stores stock wide selections of premium rattle cans, thick with pigment and hot with propellant. At this location, we observed only Rustoleum and Krylon. 

Yakima Canyon Crimestarters

Carolyn, Tasha, Sean, and I all got up early Sunday and drove to Ellensburg.
We parked at a Flying J truck stop off I-90 and immediately started using drugs and alcohol. Here is Sean drinking one of the delicious Lime-a-Ritas I got for us. He made fun of them, but he drank them.
The ride through the Yakima River Canyon is brought to you by the good people at Crimestoppers of Yakima County. They shut down the road to (most) vehicle traffic and let cyclists run amuck.
We didn't pay the $50 per person fee. Carolyn said fuck it, let's crash this motherfucker. It may have irked some, plainly we didn't have a fancy sheet of paper with a number attached to our bike, but most didn't seem to give a Flying F.
Sean brought a bottle of Slurricane, one of rapper E-40's brands. Excellent choice. 
We had several safety meetings. Here is Tasha at one of them. She just slipped a dollar bill into the empty bottle of Slurricane and is about to toss it into the river. 

Oh, there she goes, she's throwing it. Some lucky person may find it one day. What do you think they will buy with that moldy dollar bill?
The scenery was very beautiful, with the green of spring giving way to high prairie gold of summer.
We were the youngest non-children among the riders. Most were cool.
How did we get back to the car? Well, that's a story for another time. The ride takes place in May every year. You should go. Don't be stuck up, go. 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday morning, coming down

Pioneer Square, 7:47 am, all the fun of last night looks so cheap in the garish light of day, and everybody is so quiet, all the noise is from the machines, cars and buses and helicopters. The people let their odors speak for them. 

On our way to the Crimestoppers of Yakima County canyon ride. We are representing the crimestarter community.