first night back, i went to an ugly sweater party. my first, hopefully not my last. it was a little surreal. a lotta funny. got to see ol peeps like juice...who sported a cobalt blue jnco sweater. he's the kind of friend that i can just look at the expression on his face and know exactly what he is thinking. lots of laughs...thats all we do, laugh at eachother.
then there's netzloff...we talked about music, his bands butter and wartime blues...
saw holt, the mexican jumping bean.
hung out with my cuz davey, as he sported a thick cardigan sweater, church pants (holey), and untied boots... the disheveled look to a tee. his girlfriend, sweet jenny haidle was there. she's a keeper.
lots of good people...oh-i was wearing an oversize blue sweatshirt with a snowman on the front and a birdhouse on the back.
after a few jagermeisters and jack and cokes, the evening was 'capped off'.
the next morning, the big plan was to go up trego to the crevisse to do some ice-climbing...
i was up for it...but after a long night of drinking, i wasn't sure if the plan would follow through.
sure enough, the next morning, holt the mexican jumping bean comes to pick me up and we are off.
he was rough. he was haggard looking. he was still drunk i am sure. but, armed with snowpants, vitamin water, and trail mix, we headed out.
gotta love following through, right?
about an hour into the drive, we make it. we stuff sierra nevadas into a camel back and into every pocket we can find and start the trek.
we traverse through streams, rocks, fallen logs, and ice to make it.
needless to say, it was worth it.
there was quite a crew out there. im talkin bad asses. i know i am in good hands with these guys.
meet wade.
wade is in his happy place doing dangerous things...such as ice-climbing, caving, jumping off things, etc. all the times i have hung out with wade have been extreme. last time with him, we went caving, dove into freezing waters, scaled cave walls, and surfaced numb and dirty. wade's good stuff.
matt...
matt is your quintessential bad ass. anybody that knows him knows that. and with all his badassesdness...he is a tailor. he handmade these gortex blue and black pants. looking closer, his craftsmanship is on point. this is without any type of formal class... pretty darn impressive.
and holt...
lots of energy. always smilin. down for a good time.
lovely savaiah
she's a funny lil bird. literally, she was petrified of climbing the ice or having her boyfriend ice climb where they are strapped in with ropes... yet she flys planes solo 20 thousand feet in the air.
here are some goodies....
my ex and his papa were there... we got along fabulously. it was a really beautiful day.
