My contacts are bone dry and I'm having trouble seeing what I type. I would go to sleep, but I've spent the last forty-five minutes exporting random short clips from Amanda and I's road trip. So I have to share something. The majority of the tape is far too boring to post raw, so eventually I'll drop music behind it and make a little five minute recap. But until then:

This was the last time I saw 818. i doubt you could miss it, but notice the ridiculous amount of junk in our front yard we couldn't fit in the cars.

I believe this is the day before we hit California, and I saw this coming from a distance and thought it was a little part of history.

Amanda and I had stopped on the side of the road at a look out point to stretch our legs, long story short: I thought the river was close - I was way wrong - and on the way back in the very, very, very hot desert, I almost... well, just watch the video to find out.

Here I was trying to sneak up on the cat during it's usual afternoon nap, but I didn't quite make it without smashing my toe on a chair.

Now for this next clip, you have to understand just how cold the water was, during my second dive my forehead actually began to sting, it was worse than any brain freeze I've ever experienced, but it started on the outside and worked it's way past the skin. I don't know for sure why I jumped in - partly just because Chuck was complaining about the snow in Michigan on the phone and I was saying it was so hot I was going to go for a dip [mainly to rub it in]. The other part must have been stupidity. Because, wow... it was chilly.