41. Enough to pour one for my homies.

So, today is an exceptional day at the Sand Hill porque I am writing. That is because I am too lazy to walk back to my house to get my camera to load pics. And I am very sad so I'm pouring one for my homies. I am now roomateless-Kevin left a few weeks ago and Chase left this afternoon. Everyone has gone back to school or something and I am sad. Mom and Pop had a fun trip of fishing and washing my car-he he. Pics to look for: partying at the Hemingway House, Mom and Pop with fish, climbing, and the most exciting bit of Idaho-fishing in Yellowstone. Too bad there won't be pics of the Dalai Lama since all the pinche rich Ketchumites got tickets and are now selling them-what will they be coming back as? Idaho love and potatoes-peace out

These are my new and expensive climbing shoes. Notice they are still very clean. I am sad. It rained mucho and I did not get to go climbing on Tuesday. Instead we went to Jackpot, Nevada, where I began my lifelong addiction to gambling by spending $2. 

Me reading the paper in my car at the City of Rocks when I was supposed to be climbing. It was raining and I'm still sad. 

P Diddy at the symphony. The large mat is not for bouldering, but for intoxicated walks uphill. If you fall back, you won't crack your head. 

Jeanne and I preserving TNC apricot Preserve preserves. 

One of the many fish Kevin caught on Warm Springs his last night in the Valley. There was a big one, however, no picture. 

Chase, me, and Kevin at Stalker Cabin.