First of all, we were actually somewhat productive on Halloween and released a single called Spooky Rave, which you should check out/download immediately from http://neverrightnow.com/track/spooky-rave/ and which I will link the Official Video to below:
Now that you’ve watched that, on to Halloween photos. After some agonizing Ken and I decided to dress as Delgado!Master and Wasteland!Master, respectively.
Wastey needs to clean his TARDIS, honestly.
Reunion photoshoot gone horribly, horribly wrong…
At some point during the show, some girls cut in front of me and I was half-wanting to cut back in front of them spitefully. Then it turned out one of them was Ricky Berger, an up-and-coming folkie here in Sac, and I was glad I refrained ;)
She took the stage later for a set with Adrian Bourgeois– easily the best set of the night.
Afterward we went to Safeway to see if candy was on sale yet. It wasn’t, but we bought some anyway.
There was also this monstrosity.
“Come along, degenerate future self. I’ve got cannndy…” *shakes bag*
At this point Mario realized the Old Ironsides wristbands were from May 23rd.
Ken-gado breaks out the candy.
Our final two days we spent driving back to Californy. We stopped in Crater Lake along the way and were lucky enough to get a last-minute dispersed camping site. It is an absolutely beautiful place and I recommend you go go go, because pictures won’t do the vastness of it justice. The lake itself is so cold and serene, it’s easy to believe something from space crashed there. However, the crater was formed by a volcanic explosion.
Most of the pictures I’ve already put up on my portfolio site, http://ansate.moosheep.org/graphic. But there are a few new ones.
Skirting the crater in the car, listening to Beck’s Odelay, taking pictures out the window. These are the things a vacation is made of.
Campfire songs don’t hurt either. Especially when it’s so completely dark. All my reptile brain fears were coming out.
There’s something about mornings, packing up and moving on, that I just hate. The finality of it, maybe.
We left a note for the nice rangers who got us this awesome camping site. It was quiet, peaceful, and even had a crude pit toilet!
It’s our friends, the ground squirrels!
We decided to go swimming in the Lake because we are crazy. The water was ice cold and afterwards I had this ridiculous towel thing going on.
Absolutely gorgeous clear water though.
Thank goodness for switchbacks.
That island out there is supposed to look like a pirate ship. There’s another that looks like a wizard’s hat or something.
Our fourth and fifth days we spent exploring Mt. St. Helens. The first night we tried dispersed camping– it was the first time I’d done it in a while but, aside from getting lost AND finding bear hair and scat a few yards from our tent the next morning, it was a surprisingly fun experience. And now I am much less afraid of fire.
Right. First order of business: get stuck in a cave.
The Meatball, Ape Cave.
Exploring lava tunnels.
Oh god, these little squirrels were everywhere. Golden-mantled ground squirrels, I believe. Look like chipmunks, really squirrels.
They were friendly.
They got a bit overly friendly at times.
I think I took this exact picture before, about 9 years prior. I’ll have to dig it up and see.
Ken patiently waiting for me while I stalk a deer.
Dinner was mostly successful. Cooking over a real fire kind of takes forever without proper equipment.
Maybe he IS on a research grant, but I doubt it.
Just me and my favorite volcanic mountain.
Portrait of Ken and Dave, with Toasted Oats.
I can’t take a normal picture.
Our third day of the trip we spent exploring Portland, Oregon with Dave and Maz as our guides.
On the train into the city proper!
This picture cracks me up. I am demonstrating the ‘no hands’ approach and looking quite smug… BUT CHECK OUT THE TEENY TINY MOFO BEHIND ME. He is clearly the king of unconventional rail riding and I bow to this prepubescent wonder.
Yard work is done a bit differently in Portland, you see.
We went to this great bubble tea place with just… tons and tons of teas and add-ins. And a really nice sitting room with couches and books. I was most amused, though, by the positioning of the straw hole in the plastic covers for the cups. Yes, every single one invited you to stab a young girl in the face. ?!?!
Ken very quickly found the book for him…
The rest of us contented ourselves with defacing the magazines.
The Stephen King section of Powell’s. Ken practically had to pry me away.
I see modern art, I have to make it worse. I won’t apologize.
An example of the disturbing decor at Chez Dave.
Squirrel in the morning!
OMG guys. So I saw Muse a month ago and took about 500 pictures. Roughly 160 of those were decent enough to share. Now, the majority of these are Matt Bellamy’s ass, because we had seats behind the stage and Muse did that whole 360-degree stage thingy they’re doing for this ‘Resistance’ tour. But honestly, I think I got some pretty good ones.
With a few exceptions, the best of the batch I put on Flickr, located here. The ones I’m posting here I also think are great, particularly in other ways… but for the really awesome ones you should really check out the Flickr set.
(taken by Ken)
Back in 2007, Ken and I decided to go on a road trip from Northern California to Washington. We didn’t go as far as we liked, but got some great camping in at some beautiful spots, including Mt. St. Helens National Monument. Mt. St. Helens has special meaning for me, because it erupted not long after I was born. I know that’s true for perhaps a thousand other people. But it’s also true that I’ve always been known for bringing the disaster, drama, and horrible weather to any party. ;)
I’ve just got around to sorting and uploading the pics from this trip. Here’s stuff from the first day, when we started out with lunch at Bodega Bay and drove up to Humboldt Redwoods State Park for our first night camping: