Woolly Mammoth Place

i will probably write more about the trip on the hobosoul blog, but here is the run-down:

arrived. hung out with paul wignall and dr. d.
fly-fished. ate sardines around a fire. made a bomb with oil and blew it up in the fire. slept in the backseat of a volvo. woke. fished again. ate french toast. prospected for gold and shot rifles at cans. drove home. stopped and ate good cheese at a weird cheese place. met a cool neighbor and made future plans to go to the red lion. came home.