Not another fucking Robstock blog....
Sunday Morning Breakfast at Helens...
Farmer and Susie took mitts and a ball to Robstock. No big deal.
6 Mile....
This method has been double blogged.
The Ginch was getting familiar with water.
Jake and his Rubiks Floatie
Rob blowin it with the fireworks. Seriously.
Bummer S.P.O.T.D
Rob "Magnethead" Collinson: Tre Flip.
The blogging station.
Sunday night campfire stories with Rob.
More rape light vectors.
Jake found a bat staff somebody left. Rumour has it the Ginch was the previous holder. Jake brought it back to Newport and stashed it in my house where it was found over a week later. I am now keeper of the bat staff.
We had an apoointment for breakfast at the Whitehouse.
Hangman.
Cock Lobster.
Wild Blueberry land is pretty awesome. We drive by it every year but this is the first time we went in.
The lady that worked there's husband hit this moose in hsi truck. The thing weighed about a ton. They got 900 lbs of meat from it.
Another gnarly storm on the way home.
Magic wands.
I won something. I really won something!
When we got home Kati and Liesel wanted tats from Fred Smith...
