Biscuit Fever

    Now that I am staying at my friend Jake's house, I have access to an oven, and therefore I am making biscuits once again.  Oh yes, yesterday we ate biscuits, bacon and eggs, and today I plan to cook biscuits with sausage gravy.  My mom, Jake and his dad and new Australian Shephard pup Maddy, Noah Noski Chipmunk McGee, lil' homey, Jeff and I all walked to the skatepark a few blocks away.  The heat yesterday was nice, and as lil' homey and I skated, the others chilled under a tree in the shade.  Right next door is Igneous Skis, so Jake was over there getting put to work and running to get beer for his friends there.  Afterwards I took mom to the Jackson Hole airport, which looked very small and was not busy.  Leaving the airport driving back to Jackson I thought it's not till someone is gone do you realize how much you love them.
    Back at Jakes with the crew we filled the hot tub with cold hose water, and got frigid just in time for the evening coolness to set in.  Jakes mom cooked up a storm of pasta and marinara, topped with grilled bratwursts cooked by Jake.  We watched a few ski and snowboard flicks, as we used to do with Jake.  All this winter talk has got lil' homey pumped for winter, as he has never slid on snow much.  Wyoming looks like paradise for summer and winter sports, and as Jackson has a sweet skate park with deep bowls and little jibs all over, I am tempted to take Jake up and move in for some skiing; this place is just like Tahoe in that everything is too expensive.  Right now the crew has to keep moving, onward to the Appalachians!
  Eat your biscuits

Shoot it!

  We all shot guns yesterday up on the mountain.  My friends truck started overheating up there too.  We shot a 4-10, 12 gauge, a rifle, and a pistol at cans, clay pidgeons, and boxes. On the way back down the mountain we saw two moose, and another amazing sunset.  At the house we all ate fish tacos, and crashed out in the garage.  Today we are laying low, probably gonna go play in the river and go skating.

Wee, Wedding!

  Reunited with old friends I realize we are all pretty much the same people as we were many years ago, just bigger.  In a field with horses, stars glittering above, and the moon behind puffy clouds, I sat around a fire.  A night dew felt wet on my bare feet, and the sound of music issued from a red barn.  Too many mixed drinks I stumble into the field, letting my emotions come sobbing out of me.  So much love, so little time, I let the world have me.  I felt a soft warm nuzzle from one of the horses.  My spirit became lifted, and as I reached out my hand the huge head turned and continued munching grass.  Love is like a horse, calm, but easily spooked away.  I heard the laughter of my old neighbor, taking me back to the days of childhood.  All of this occasion watched by the mighty Tetons, grey against the night sky.

Tetons and the Snake River

  In the Northwest corner of WY is the sweetest place to be, until we go to another amazing place in this grand open country.  Today we hiked at Teton Pass, after camping around Jackson.  In the blazing beauty of the West we stay content.  Tomorrow another day in the land of the cowboy.  Stay on it...or get bucked off.
Big Mountains Baby!

Im going to Jackson

Things we saw driving East from Oregon...

The Three Sisters.

Snake River Canyon, IdahoCraters of the Moon, Nat. Mon. 

Somewhere in the middle of Idaho we camped at a small lake that was apparently drying up.  We drove down to the boat ramp, which did not touch the waters edge, but instead steered you onto a dry and flat field that used to be under water.  The lake was being fed by a small creek that cut through muck that would eat your shoes if you stepped in it.  As a matter of fact, Noah did lose his shoes to the mud.  On three sides of us mountains stood close, a majestic view into the Pioneer Range I believe.  Looking South your eyes would see far into the flat but uneven volcanic lands.  Upon steeping out of the car, someone noticed shards of obsidian, small pieces that had obviously been knapped.  We think this was a place Native Americans came to teach the children to knap spear points and knives, as there was not obsidian naturally in that area.  I found a very round stone with chips in it, maybe a striker stone.  Then our Swedish friend stumbled upon a perfect arrowhead made of the glassy looking black obsidian.  We even found flakes of agate and a different colorful stone that had been worked on.  At the lake were two large Great Blue Herons, pelicans, and sea gulls.  We had found another awesome place to camp.

I got to skate in Billings Montana today. 



Snake River, Wyoming

This is Fire Hole River in Yellowstone, which we camped by.  Hoping to fish the Snake River tomorrow.

Eastern Oregon

The car is loaded down and all five seats are filled.  We drove across the rain shadow into Eastern Oregon; the temperature jumped from 50's to 60's, and sun burned off the last of the thunderstorm that awoke us in the early morning.  The driving is very scenic, a mix of desert and green valleys, and tons of cool volcanic rock protruding from the mountains.  On the road again!

Safe!

    We all rocked the Oregon Country Fair.  It was the coolest festival I ever saw, and the people attending were beautiful.  Lots of music, art, and people in a positive place, fills you with motivation to live life to the fullest.  Before the Fair we camped a whole week in the mountains, living on trout we cought in the lake, paddling around on big makeshift rafts.  Perfect weather, and no worries put us in a good mood for the festival.  Now it is time to move on.  I will miss Oregon, but know I shall return.  On to Wyoming...  

Quality Time

Cougar

   
  Heading back up to the mountains for some chill time.  Everyone needs their nature time...


lil' homey: "taming the lion"

Friends

    Yesterday we swung by the Saturday Market, played some hackeysack, and talked to some people.  I traded some scones for some homemade salve that was made with plants she had grown and collected.  After that we swung by our new friend Oliver's place, and we all hung out inside and playing frisbee in the back yard.  We crashed on a back porch and awoke to a cloudy day, so skateboarding will wait another day.  So here we are, three kids with a car, shooting for the stars. 

lil homie," when i close my eyes all i see is darkness,
                like ive been thrown to the bottom of the lochness.
                Ill fight my way through all my troubles,
                guiding all my people through all the big struggels.
                in the end we will bath in the sun,
                openning are eyes to no more guns."  (Babylon)

Winter in Tahoe, Donner Pass, CA