Final showdown

Injured again.

This is Riders in the Sky or on the Storm, who knows. Their an old time revival band, or something. Maybe not revival, I think that has something to do with religion and tents.

Megan brought this delicious assortment of appetizers, or one might call them hors de jours.

The folowing is a sequence of photos of a fighting family





With Steve in the foreground.



There was more, but, you get the idea.

Steve had brought these wine holder things (lower left).

He wasn't using his because he had snow cone.

And like that this years Music on the Half Shell was over.

We'll have to come up with something else to do on Tuesday nights.

And that "thing" is probably not hanging out in my office at night.

Out of observations

While I could be wrong, I'm pretty sure that is NOT a peace sign.

You know...baked goods, I ate them.

Thomas is either pointing an accusatory finger or he is talking to his hand.

A view from inside the circle of dancing hippies.

Ending on the hippieest of them all.

I feel like we get this particular picture once a week.

Apparently Megan has gained control of the camera.

Each week when I come to the pictures from Music on the Half Shell (Roseburg's summer concert series) I struggle to think of things to say about the pictures, as they are rarely of the featured musical act and how many things can I say about a concert I haven't actually seen.

Besides commenting on the dancing of concert goers. But even then...they are hippies, they dance a hippie dance...I'm running out of things to say, I need new observations.

And a picture of my work?

I am very sleepy at work?

Elk people

Fortunately, breakfast worked out this time. (p.s. don't turn the camera sideways)

That's our helpful neighbor over next to that truck.

This is our neighbors sweet truck



This is a "grip" of elk.

Driving got boring so we took a walk.

Again; we got slightly lost.

Luckily we weren't in any real hury.

Megan managed to anger some old man by suggesting that he pick up a copy of the Stoner Swimsuit Special.

Cavepeople

I tried to start a fire for breakfast.

It didn't work so well.

Mad as hell.

We went out for breakfast. It was tasty. But, I wasn't happy about it.

Apparently, on the coast, everyone puts their yard sale signs up in one location. I suppose this works if you have some idea of where the streets are.

If you can explain this I would appreciate it.

According to the internet translator this means "better friend". Make with that what you will.

We won a dollar and bought another lottery ticket. This one was defective.

These are the woods.

This is a fort from World War II.

Here is a depiction of Hitler getting stomped on by Santa, circa World War II.

We got slightly lost in the woods.

Luckily we had left a trail of bread crumbs, just in case.

Unfortunately; some woodland creature ate said bread crumbs.

Eventually we found our way out.

Or so we thought.

The thing about the woods is; they just keeps going.

The path appeared to lead this way.

But, it ended with a cliff.

This is the island of seals or possibly Manatees.

We were directed to get fish and chips at this restaurant. I would direct you there except our waiter was an asshole.

I'm really wishing I had some Black Panther hot sauce right about now.

Back to the world of camping.

Our neighbors lent us this long pointy stick for cooking our sweet potato.

I'm a little confused. It looked like our fire was going.

As usual, it's hard to tell what emotion I'm feeling at present.

I could complain about it being cold, however, it's camping, it's always cold.

We love food that is yellow.