Sunday, July 19, 2015

They see us rolling and their mood chaaaaange

That's the bollard that claimed mr. Q's grill in 2011. 
Can you see that? They put up barbed wire at the scrap yard. I recall sitting on there with Jack, during his first round of chemo, high on pills and four loko, just launching himself off that wall. Scary. End of an era. 
Renton shoplifter wall of shame
Some porn, courtesy of porno bridge
Generations

Dropped my phone, then ran over it, but it was fine. Then I dropped it again, smashed it all to hell. Amazing it still works. 

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Seattle to Skykomish, overnighter shakedown

Eagle Falls, off Highway 2, not too far out of skykomish. We headed out at 6:30am Saturday, fully loaded more or less. Highway 2 has some segments with nice shoulders, many segments with no shoulder, including bridges. 69 miles up. 
I know it's called Eagle Falls because there is a sign on the road that says, when calling 911 to report a spinal injury or drowning, tell the dispatcher you are at Eagle Falls. He or she will know what you are talking about. 
There were little fish in these stagnant pools, trapped as the waterflow diminished. I'm sure there is some kind of bummer metaphor there. 
The last time we hopped a freight train was on these tracks. The trains ran all night 100 yards from our campsite. 
'Harry and the Hendersons' was filmed in these parts.  

Near the Money Creek Campground, named after the world famous vocalist, Eddie Money. 
At a bar in skykomish 
Got a flat, up hill, in the rain. Then after breakfast in Gold Bar, Mr. Q got one.
Here, this little church on the highwayside
We reminded god we were out of spare tubes and asked for safe passage through this world of cars and trucks. 53 miles Sunday.