Hooded

We did our first Hood trip of the season last week.  Sans sons too.  I asked em, but they had end of school year parties and what not and bailed on me.  So it was adult time for me.  Sort of.  Blue, Tedore and Riley made me drive down and back while they consumed adult beverages.  

View inside the Silver Bullet.

Tee Door

 Pre-4everhead sun burn.

 This is known as a Brisse breakfast, cause this is what he eats every God Damn Day before shredding HCSC in the summer.  WHAMMY!  BTW, the night after I ate this, I shit floating full huckleberrys.  They hurt going out.  Caution.

 Phil Jacques met us down there, and tagged along with some desk jockeys for two days.  

Cab 270 bs, Phils smooth as all fuck.

Lifts closed at 2, Mr. Montgomery insisted we hike the pipe til 3.  Air 2 fakie with authority.

Riley

Cab 7, with 6 Advil, Tee Door.

Apres, 20 beers, 5 dudes, 4 a piece, 30 min a beer = 2 hours worth of Hood parking lot tanning and story tellin.

                                                                 Banquet beer bitch!

Last run, second to last jump, scorp to face blaster.

Charlies Bar with the Dangler.  Creater of DOA.  Fireballin it.