My sister talked me into going on a last-minute camping excursion this weekend. In spite of the gloomy weather report we decided on this place called Indian Heaven. …Only, since the girls navigated, we didn’t actually end up there. Instead we had to settle for some random place called Panther Creek. Here are some of the shots from our trip…

 

Me, Heidi, April and Gary; All showing our true colors…

Gary and I thinking clever thoughts…

Good thing I remember my Jager…

Fueled by Jager I built this clever tomahawk for protection from the squirrels…

Me, proudly showing off my tomahawk…


				

April was thrilled to be in-frame with the mighty Jager-tomahawk…

This is the tree I cut down with my tomahawk…

Here is a video to prove it…


				

We setup a tent, but ended up sleeping under the stars…

April enjoyed her little Malibu Paradise-Punch…

And was sad when it was gone…

…And here’s a picture of April and Heidi staging the pictures above. …Posers!

The Heidi got mad because Gary said he wouldn’t go along with their story…

Then I convinced April that Heidi was the problem…

Fortunately Heidi convinced April she wanted Oatmeal before it got too bloody…

Reuben’s Visit

June 9, 2007

So the other day my little brother Reuben came back to town to visit over his birthday. Reuben is currently being held in what I describe as a Christian concentration camp near Spokane. …Actually, I only call it that in jest.   Reuben has always had difficulty concentrating, so I joke that this is at least half justified. In reality the facility is a place for guys fighting addictions. Reuben, being my brother, has online addictions he’s been battling with. 

Most the people Reuben lives with are struggling with more stigmatic addictions (like drugs). IMHO it’s good that he has a chance to see how low people can get when they give up on life or get hung-up on a thrill (I think all young people should understand this).

He’s been away for almost six-months now and he’ll be free in another six. If you’ve been following my blog, he is the guy I drove out to Spokane to visit about fix-six weeks ago. 

Anywyz, Reuben turned 18 while he was here, so naturally we had a little party for him…

This is Reuben opening my gift; the electric razor he’d asked for last Christmas. …I’ve been trying to talk him into crème but he won’t listen.

Anywayz, it was sad saying goodbye again but I’m looking forward to his return.  

A few weeks ago I snapped a few pictures during my family’s annual fly-fishing trip. For those who asked, these ‘er them. Sorry about the low quality, my blog provider is cheap.

Traveling up the gorge to Eastern Oregon…

Watching the green fade to brown as we moved east….

From our campsite looking down into the panhandle…

We spotted a cave in one of the hills hear our campsite and decided to take a quick hike up to it…

On our way up, looking back towards Devil’s Pile and our campsite…

My dad and brother Richard trying to keep up…

The cave getting larger as we approached…

The cave from a side profile…

Hmm, maybe something lives in this cave?

The Prineville reservoir from a nearby plateau…

My dad and little brother packing heat on wheels…

Covering the desert floor were all kinds of pretty flowers…

Something that died…

My little brother trying to look hard with a gun…

Setting up the bikes for a quick ride…

Me and my bro playing with guns…

My dad, happy to be riding…