IF YOU DON'T LIKE MONTANA THEN STAY THE HELL OUT!
Part II of the Montana visit, which kicked off with a late night in a forrest service cabin.
A good time was had by none and most of us were left feeling bitter.
True to form, I brought absolutely no beer with me. This is Eric and myself.
I heard there was a way to reduce redeye in photos using a computer machine but
I have yet to figure out how. Drop me an email if you think you can help.
Steve and Brian. What makes a person be devoted to a single style of bad beer?
At what point in your life do you say to yourself, "Self, I'm gonna drink nothing but
Pabst from here on out and I'm gonna pretend to like it." If you see one of these two
brothers be sure to ask them for me. Surprisingly, they are great with kids.
Every good booze up includes a guy that makes a full meal at three in the morning.
Greg Juda was ours. What I like about this picture isn't that the sausage is too big for the
bun, which is mildly amusing. It is that this man's enormous hands make a standard hot dog bun
look like a set piece from the munchkinland bakery. Seriously, where does he buy gloves?
Ah, the campfire. I took off at 11 AM to buy some water for everyone, which we had
forgotten. On the way back I got lost on the cow roads. I did manage to drive past the bar in
Ennis where Steven Segal got beat up by a cowboy last year.
I heard that it is dangerous to put pictures of little kids on the Internet because
of stalkers. I decided to put this one up here anyway after I found her myspace site. You
should see the stuff she has up there. I hold the parent's responsible, but who am I to say.
That baby weighs about 30 pounds. My backpack was loaded down with a six pack.
I wouldn't drink and hike, but Eric has an incredible constitution. Amazing to witness.
This idiot hauled a snowboard up the mountain with him thinking he was going
to get some sweet turns in. It was 70 out. I think part of the reason he took it was because
we made so much fun of him for packing it. Can't back down now!
Lunch was good. Erica made sandwiches. We say on a rock and ate.
I included this picture because I don't look so fat in it. Lean back, suck in, thumbs up.
I got a haircut the week before for my job interview out here. She kind of screwed
it up. I told her short on the left side, long on the right. But I forgot to say "as you are
looking at me". She cut the wrong side short.
Sweet turns dude. Good thing you brought those gators. Money well spent.
This is the view from the top.
I call this photo "3 Dicks". HOO-HAH.
The night's entertainment.
