“Mikey asked me to pick up Darrell and LNP from Reno, I was on route from Portland, had been pulled over once and was deep into the 15 hour drive. Turns out, Darrell missed his flight by a whole day, and then somehow missed his replacement flight as well, but at least this time only by an hour or so. He however regained face by renting a convertible mustang. LNP faired better and only missed his flight by 2 hours.

Rendezvoused with LNP in Reno, making the mandatory stop at In-N- Out, then hit the road again, only to be caught in a snowstorm in mid May. A mellow five-hour drive turned into a marathon nine.

We stumbled through the night with a mix of English and French accents, and as dawn crept along the horizon we made it to the hotel in time for a couple hours of sleep …

The trip was spent catching up with old friends, getting to know new ones better and enjoying the surrealism of our landscape. We licked salt from the flats, threw rocks a plenty, and wondered which plants could sustain us if we were lost, ate a healthy amount of hot dogs and an unhealthy amount of margaritas. Zacher annihilated a TV mid desert, Mikey and Laura had the best thrift store props, and there was a constant poker tournament in the RV.

This was the best trip, and I wish every group was as passionate, weird and quirky as this. –sara”

im on a real fisher-gatherer trip right now. caught 180 pounds of salmon last week! my mom and I are members of the alaska native tribal council down in ninilchick alaska. ninilchick is a d’iena indian word which means subsistence dwelling by the river. because we have indian blood we get to fish this realy swell set net spot on the beach. next week its blueberry harvesting in the mountains. mix that up with couple hundered packs of top ramen and you got yourself food for winter. -gus