The red eye, Seattle to Boston will NEVER be taken again. No one sleeps on overnight flights. Day wrecker.
Just off the jet and down route 3 so the boys could meet their bro's at Bern Helmets.
Then to Grammy's to show her the So Tit's Snowboarder Mag segment and the Wet Gloves movie. I think she was a little confused.
Her scooter is a hero, so whatever.
Gnar reeled in a 28" stripah!
Dude was not feeling his fingers in the fishes gills though.
Milo landed a Portuguese delicacy, Scup.
Then reeled in a good size blue fish.
Grampa Bob thinking about how he didn't land a fish on this trip...
These are called Jimmy's, not Sprinkles. "Hey guy, put some fucking sprinkles on my ice cream, would ya!"
Yea, I don't know what to say about this behavior. Coors Light?
So...you want me to teach you how to fish or what?
Quahogs, not clams.
Wayno knows whats up. Full drive by so he could see that Milo is 2" taller than him.
People still tan back east, oil and all. This walrus's skin was like shoe leather.
Uncle Griff with a proper toe up the beach road at Round Hill.
Marblehead and Salem MA, college years.
To Stevens Pass aerial shot. Flew right over our cabin in Sky too.