Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh my God. I still can't get over these hills. The sidewalks in some areas are so steep they actually turn into stairs. There are moments when I seriously think the  suburban is going to flip end over end driving up these inclines. It seriously feels like the slow climbing part of a roller coaster ride. You get all tense and shit, anticipating the end of that dragging vertical crawl. Only, instead of looking forward to the rush to come you think all your gear is going to end up crushing the life out of you as you roll. Sure. Call me a pussy. Meow. My world usually consists of two dimensional travel. This third dimension is… scary.

Speaking of three dimensions… WOW! We managed to wander over the Golden Gate Bridge (which, we learned, has pretty serious attraction to jumpers) into Muir Woods National Monument, LAND OF THE ENTS!!! Seriously these trees are really really really tall. Really

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Its amazing to come from the swamp, drive halfway across the country through the desert, through the rockies or whatever mountains, and end up in one of the oldest forests in the world. These brutes were so tall that the droplets of water gently falling off each pine needle felt like a punch in the eye socket. Both Andrew and Paul felt the full effect of this. You can't blame them, though. We often found ourselves staring upward in amazement for long periods of time. We were practically begging to get cold cocked by mother nature. Bitch.

 

Like true Mericans, we almost immediately vomited from so much nature and drove like maniacs back into the city in search of booze and sausages. We found the booze in Haight Ashbury in some metal bar. Also some other bar as well. Speaking of Haight Ashbury, Here is a picture of us under the sign looking like total retards.

And den we fount da sausage and got more booooooozed up at da bars. Saw bluegrass. Saw bar dogs. Mike passed out (again).