Leg One Of A Great Journey

Excitement is what I was thinking, about to go on a  road trip, traveling through a wilderness to reach a frontier of the "last" variety. the proper arrangements where made to ensure safe travels, compasses where calibrated, maps where drawn, candy was stocked, and the Wilke brothers made sure to give there family suitable parting good byes; hugs and what not. 

The Wilkes welcomed me to there home-a rendezvous point on the to the last frontier.  This is picture of there medicine shelf. It might be socially unacceptable to photo graph and publish some ones personal  medicines. It is also a small reflection of there lives and health. 

I small Wilke boy was very proud of his Micky Mouse watch.

Gideon inspects Ginger for ticks. Gideon found one in the fold of her ear.

I suggest the ol' match ember burning trick. Ginger Could not hold her self still enough for an accurate removal.

We were off, on the road. Somewhere in British Colombia, we enjoyed each-others company. 

Canada

Taylor Swift transported us into an alternate universe of magic and wonder. We would give the stereo a break every couple of hours.

 Levi did not enjoy Taylor as much as Gideon or I, shame. It seemed to wear him out.

Feeling hungry and road weary we pulled over at a rest stop where this guy baked us beans.

Levi wakes from his slumber to wash the newly dirtied dishes.

We spent our last night by a thawing lake where, we indulged in drink and merry.

A Stolen Post

Gates wide open

This song was inspired by the sounds of frolicking bees, birds and puppies. It was so refreshing to  finally be able to express my inner emotions into a string of melodious vibrations. Every time I play it, or hear it being played over those rumbling, silver & black speakers, it sends chills of refreshing inner peace over my soul. Almost as if i was watching a crystal clear waterfall bubble out of pure granite boulders, cascade down a lush green mountain side, and empty out into a pearlescent, blue grotto full of shimmering, turquoise shadows. The shadows are so lifelike, they convey almost a sense of companionship and protection in their dancing, swaying movements. The grotto, now so full of beating emotion, it feels like a meeting place of every influential idea in the history of mankind.

This song was written to convey the latter idea.

I would just like to thank my mentor and a half. Iguana Charles was so helpful in soothing and clearing my mind so that I was able to record all my thoughts in my diary, or as I like to call it,"my big, tiny, little book of emotions". Also I'd like to acknowledge Mr. Iguana's assistant, Fran Migelmouth. He's a little slow in the literary sense but his sandwich making skills are unparalleled. Mmmm... Yum, little drips of bacon crumbles, a hint of thyme, some Brie cheese, a strip of the finest Boar's Head smoked ham, some Bok-choy, a spritz of the finest Indonesian dressing, and 7 coarsely crushed black pepper kernels. During that first bite of Fran's signature sandwich was the first time my taste buds and my literary genius agreed on something. It's gorgeous composition, and mouth tingling taste created the perfect taste sensation. A steady diet of those sandwiches kept me energized through my struggles while writing this song.

Westopher 

A Late New Years

 The night was cold as we celebrated the coming new year with steel wool and fire. Caleb Trask spins the lit wool as people in the background "ah" at it...Weasel

 

Eli and I examined this handy piece of handy work. We sat down to draw this rock pile while contemplating einstein's theory of relativity.  

As the year comes to an end, the duck hunting season nears its end.

Ducks are majestic creatures, flying from water to water; rivers, lakes, ponds, processing plants and oceans.

some make it to the dinner tables of duck hunters...like this Widgeon.

Could This Be A Camping Trip?

Here we see Eli warm in his Russian style wool jacket. The temperature was roughly in the 60's. Eli helps set up camp.
The sun was setting so the lamp was to be set up. He did a good job with that.

After the first night we headed over to a secret warehouse. Where we sharpened our axe. That's not all we did there. When something is secret it becomes more interesting. I am drawing your attention by telling you it is a secret location. I could just be making it up for the sake of interest.....or not....
Eli and Joe are scanning the area in the foreground while Matt breaks into the secret warehouse......All this while I take a pictures of the crime.
To cut logs one needs a sharp axe and a strong arm(s). Matt has one of two. There he is again sprinkling sparks sharpening the axe.
Eli tried to making away with this small tree. But the forces of the enchanting land would not allow him.Joe the boy Scout America Kept our fires lit even in the cold morning. Around his neck he has a Jews Harp, Joe kept us well entertained with his music as well. When Joe was not lighting fires he was fighting bears...........Joe brought his coffee making kettle. It was the first time I had used this piece of scientific engineering to make coffee. In the top goes the coffee powder. When the water boils it rises through the straw into bowl in the top, channels through the coffee and back into the kettle. We enjoyed many warm cups of coffee made by Joe and his kettle.

with his sharpened axe Matt A former Boy Scout cuts away at this log. Matt made sure the fire kept lit.
The all two days Matt spent most of the time chopping wood and making bad jokes. He was a great asset.
Both Joe and Matt had incredibly warm moccasins. I am sure Eli was as jealous of them as I was.
Here is some of his handy work. Some nice cross grain strokes.
There were wood ships all over;In my sleeping bag, in the food, in the tent, in truck, and In the coffee. Not to mention the small pile of wood chips that accumulated on Eli.
Matt taking a small break. A picture of a metal sculpture. I did not take the time to flip the image. It looked better side ways.
Antiques from the antique store. On the way back home.
Eli wondered how much it cost. whatever it was he wanted it. It was a little out of his price range.

This is a picture of who knows what, but it looks nice and that's what counts.

of Taco Bell and The Matters There

After driving across town to drop Marissa at a friends house. Me and Eli were on a mission to Taco Bell. All we had was some loose change. It was enough for each of us to get two 5 layer greasy Burritos.
This a picture of Elis' arm. It was taken a week after The great tacobell mission, but I was going to lie and say somthing like "Elis' stomach was grrrrawling...he craved Taco Bell."

This was Eli after Taco Bell he was well satisfied.
The great meal of cheesy beefy burritos encouraged us to ride home throwing caution to the wind... without seat-belts.

The legendery bowhunter

The buck had to have at least 20 points on its antlers, looking like a beautiful thing that you might find in a kids book. The mighty hunter using his eyeballs to examine the specimen from afar draws his bow, his muscles rippling across his mighty fingers. The hunter lets loose his shaft throwing his bow forward...

The arrow missed, but the bow shot through its heart.

written by Eli, co-written by Edward.

Eli vs. Babe Ruth

Eli asked me if he looked anything like Babe Ruth as he made a Babe Ruth face.