99/February - Indianhead

Yikes what a hike!

The Superbowl Sunday Saturday Indianhead Death March. (SSSIDM)
Jeff's out.  Early marital sex versus spending time with a bunch of
  smelly guys wearing matching gay shirts.  Hmmm.
Third weekend of January is a for sure.
Tom's a flake.
Last weekend in January is for sure with an overnight.
Tom's a flake.
Lets make it a day hike.
Oliver is out, then in, then out.  Flake.  Same with Michael.
Tom gets a break from his rigorous drinking schedule.
6AM my house.  Where's that alcohol smell coming from?
Gotta love that Malibu.  Thank you Qualcomm.
Who would be stupid enough to bring a hiking stick?
Egg McMuffin or yogurt, cereal, and fruit?  Hmmm.  
  All are good power foods.
Who brought the Bumper Dumper for Paul?
8AM lift'em boys.
Thank you Gary for shading the sun from my face.
Cool gaging station.  Why is it spelled gag?
Half way point.  Woo-Hoo.  This ain't bad.  My parents were just here.
This was a bitch with a full pack.
This is just like the Grand Canyon.  Why go there?
"Last year this was a bitch getting through."
"Tell us more about the water situtation here, Paul?"
Way to pass those smokers.
This is the turn off, I'll take a GPS reading, where's Paul?
The king is on the move.  He's a maniac.  Did he just have a hernia operation?
Did you see that Buckhorn Sheep?  Those are rare.
Buck Shad.
Paul, you bucker.
Darn, darn, I forgot my power bars.  Who has extra?  (hee hee)
Gary, you're taking too many pictures!
Up up up.  Relentless.  Up up up.
Where's Shad's saddle?
Where's Shad's trail?
BU Shad.
1000' up in 2 miles.
2300' up in 1.5 miles.  Yikes!
"This would be a bitch with a full pack."
Avocet and Casio within 10'.  Amazing.
Awesome view.  Clear air.  No wind.  Perfect temp.
Time for the gay poses.  Shirts still look good.
No more silk for Paul.
"Do I still smell alcohol?"
Is that chisolm, puke, blood, or a PMS stain on your shirt, Tom?
Is Tom calling his wife, girlfriend, or that hooker?
Time to go down.
Paul is the man.  Never question the man.
Paul treks like a homing pigeon.  (he shits more often though)
Down down down.
This would be a bitch with a....yeah yeah yeah we know.
What kind of cactus do you want to fall on?
Five pricks, not to mention a half dozen cactus thorn scratches.
Down down down.
Finally to the creek, now we're almost 1/3 the way back.
Still no Buckhorn.  Lots of Bighorn though.
I smell perfume, or is that Tom's alcohol.
How about taking the scenic route?..Shut up Dave, just keep moving.
I bet these girls are impressed with our matching shirts.
We are "The Team" Eco Challenge in training.
7.5 hours?  Shad 7?  No way.  I want him on our next hike.
Malibu, sweet Malibu.
Beer, sweet beer.
Where's that sport's bar?
"Hey wench, would crank it up a notch?"  Gary, take it easy on her.
"If I can keep it down, this is a great chicken sandwich"
Samuel Adams is imported.
Head back to the city.
Backseat sleepers.

Tom sucks for moving.  
You are a piece of crap, asswipe, you're not worth 39 weeks!
(that was not based on fact)

Thanks for the car, Tom.
Thanks for the pictures, Gary.
Thanks for the hike, Paul.
Paul is king.  Hail to the king.  Long live the king.

djj