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the spaghetti western didn't happen. the heat caused these long silences to exist in between the questions of "what are we going to do tonight?" we took a midnight bike ride instead . Marissa was in her bathing suit and I in black spandex. the ride was cut short by my crashing into a parked car. ha! I guess the only thing in the aftermath i was concerned with, was the apprehensions the "accident" would inspire in me about my future planned bike rides in Berkeley. No worries about that anymore. besides the fact that i got over my "accident," the only wheeled vehicle I will be operating is my father's black VW golf up and down the 101. the Bay Area and friends are overrated. word. Here are some PIXXX from the 6 hour hike.

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It's hottttttttt here is Portland. if you know what i mean....
I waded in the river while everyone else swam (I have river anxiety and I am just uptight).
Just made borscht and beer soy ice cream floats. It was delicate and delicious, like most everything here. Now off to a spaghetti western gathering with some home brew on a borrowed bike.

This is a collection of the animals I have encountered over the years while I was in possession of my camera...