y'know,
like, you should stick to the rivers,
and the streams that you're used to.
unless you're an expert.
and duders,
we totally are.
glen ellis falls is technically closed.
dangerously wet and slippery slate slopes,
with frigid water rushing and raging rapids-style
at the base of a boulder-strewn precipice.
did we stop because the signs said to?
what are we?
a batch of A*-holes?
...
nooooope.
warrior poets of the forest realm don't take kindly
to being instructed in steps to insure our safety.
we get rad,
and we doo-doo right on the edge.
or something like that.
we took a hike, duders.
and we got the tasty wet rewards at the end.
that's majesty and sh!t, right?
yeah.
plus,
where else can you get some fanged-up freshness
sitting pretty in the pines and pebbles?
STILL find snow?!
i threw a legitimate naturally-produced flippin' snowball today.
on the real.
rainy day off nature, my ninjas.
driving around, all over town,
doing stuff,
and getting busy,
from breakfast,
through lunch (sushi),
and right down to tofurky roast supper!
it is sadly rebexpert's last night in town.
right now.
it's ALL really happening.
...and it's a soggy-bottomed washout, too.
is the woodsly goodness crying because it's
so super-sad to see her go?
maybe.
but,
it's also watering my garden.
(silver lining, whaaat?)
we're reppin' may flowers like plymouth rock, kids.
*
in other news,
my G.O.O.D. bag is here.
the actual nylon bag of emptiness.
now it's just a matter of fillin' the sucka up.
y'know what i think i definitely need?
yeah. good guess.
it IS super-short barreled shotgun.
just sayin', duders.
a backpack battle-blaster?
heck yes.
that's the right way to pack for crisis-preparedness
and/or prevention.
tomorrow is another day off,
and another chance to take it to eleven.
check the date, dummies.
i'm ready,
and my bag will be too;
never quiet, never soft.....
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