San Francisco is Full of Fags, Even Straight Ones.

Ok, I don't know how much to tell you guys. I don't have any pictures from the beginning of the trip, but I came in to Boise, Idaho. We drove west through Basque country into the Southeast corner of Oregon in the Great Basin. It was shitty desert. If any of you know Devon Bearden, he will tell you how tranquil and beautiful the desert is. If you ask me it's hot, unforgiving, waterless, and unbearable. Fuck that shit. I did see wild antelope which was pretty amazing. The first couple of days in fact were off the chain with wild life. Crossing from Oregon into Modoc County, California I saw a bald eagle, endangered big ass whooping cranes, wild horses, mule deer, and rocky mountain big horn sheep. There was probably some other shit too I don't even remember. According to some guy, somewhere, who read some book, 1500 U.S. Calvary were held off for years by 60 native Modoc warriors. If you saw the high desert landscape you would understand. It's fucking gnar. Apparently they only lost the drawn out warring by being betrayed by one of there own. Sneaky fuckin' Indians.

OK, OK, so then a lot of shit happened in the following a week including a riverside brawl by moonlight and blood oaths of vengeance and shit like that. Lots of drinking. So skip down across the Warner Mountains, past Burning Man, through Yosemite, an all night drive over the Sierra Nevada mountains on a road that doesn't exist on any maps on the most intense off-roading I've ever done in my life in a '97 saturn, through Sonoma Valley, past Mt. Shasta, swimming through Whiskeytown(a real place, with real swimming, and real whiskey, at least in our car), almost over the Coastal Range, just in time to arrive in Weaverville, 2 hours from my final destination in Humboldt Bay.

Let me tell you about Weaverville. It's small. And it only has two kinds of people: miners and lumber mill workers. We drank for about 10 or 11 hours in a saloon. I call it a saloon because everyone looked like a fucking cowboy, and not some shiny belt buckle, clean boots, texas cowboy, like a dirty, stinky, angry, hard-drinking, toothless, meth-smoking cowboy. Plus it had those swinging saloon doors. We made it 'til about 2 in the morning when the two dirty dirty hippies I was with proposed going home with some 65 year-old woman who was flirting with my boy Luke in the "I'm serious I'm not kidding I want to get it on in the bathroom" style. Supposedly there were other girls that were our age in on the mix but I was too busy listening to these crazy Ex-con Latin King looking dudes talk about muling coke across the border. I was so drunk I asked if I could take there picture. They declined and I thought I was going to get stabbed in the face a couple times for being so dumb.

Anyway I copped a DUI and got tasered by some kid younger than me with a tattoo that said JESUS FREAK.

To be continued.....