Change of local

This weekend; instead of sitting in Megan's back yard drinking, we went to the woods...to drink.

I had to work Saturday morning, so everyone else was already in the woods.

I only got lost a few times.

I had a terrible fear that Steve was going to have made everyone angry and I would get out to the middle of nowhere and everyone would have either left or be in a foul mood.

Luckily, when I arrived this was not the case.

Here is Lexington in a Grateful Dead t-shirt. Somehow I believe this is appropriate attire for the woods.

Outdoor themed merriment was had by all.

At some point a lively discussion of politics and religion broke out.

I took a nap.

At some point Steve woke me up and announced that I was a Jew.

I was going to punch him for getting me involved, but, instead I went for a walk to collect wood.

Here is a sign with an animal poop on it. (in the woods I think they call it "scat")

I ran into some of our camping companions on their way back from the worlds tallest sugar pine and shooting guns.

Lexington did some panning for gold.

She was moderately successful.

Janice's dad asked me to watch Janice while she skinny dipped... You know, to make sure she didn't drown.

Megan practiced her punching skills on me and Steve.

At some point I complained about the music. This may have been why Megan punched me. However, I'm pretty sure it isn't.

It appeared that we made quite a mess. Luckily parks have rangers and bears to deal with such things.

Here is Megan acting manly again. I don't know, all of this punching, shooting and driving of four-wheelers may have corrupted her. Next thing you know; she'll be threatening to shit down my neck hole.

This might be the Blaire Witch!

Here I am looking woodsy.

We made egg tacos for breakfast, sans hot sauce.

...difficult to get it out.

Roseburg celebrity

Here I am in the future.

Here is a picture of the awfulcam in all of it's crap-tastic glory.

Here is my name in the newspaper. My name is spelled as Gabriel Buri-an-Mohr.

WTF

Presently it is 103 degrees out in Roseburg.

This make my, already toasty, office on the second floor a good 110 degrees.

I would get up and put the air conditioner into the window but, I might get heat stroke doing it.

p.s. what happened to Spring?

If you don't have a picture, did it really happen?

My new awsomecam (better know as: awsomecam VII or awfulcam):

1. Keeps deleting my pictures.

2. Required me to install some other software, thus complicating my, already, excessively complicated set up for retrieving pictures.

3. Did I mention that it keeps deleting my pictures.

4. Cost me $15 instead the usual $10.

p.s. this is a picture of the bar tender at the Scoreboard (specifically of her t-shirt), where we were trying to teach Steve to play pool (he's very good at launching the cue ball off the table), there were also supposed to be a picture of Steve smoking a cigar while wearing the Russian hat and pictures of barbecued food and Scrabble (which I sucked, slightly, less at this time around).

My Awful Camera(s)

You may have noticed that none of the pictures in the last post were actually taken by the awsomecam during this particular trip to Portland.

If you didn't notice; it may or may not be a mark to my credit. It may just mean that I am fairly perdictable in what I do with my spare time or that pictures taken with the awsomecam are, mostly, interchangeable.

I got a new awsomecam, but, it keeps deleting my pictures.