Wednesday, October 22, 2008

DAY THIRTY-TWO - Boulder + Carhenge

Our goal of the day is to plunge this here Thundercats Sword in a giant boulder. King Arthur style.

The park ranger doesn't think that's a good idea. Apparently anything over 3 inches is considered a weapon. I try to convince him it's just a big butter knife, but he finds out otherwise when he asks Boman to unsheath this beast.

So the quest continues.

After driving around for a while, we find something that might work.

Loose rocks and cactus spice things up.

An arduous 45 degree incline meant only for goats and snakes.

Just as Heather begins to second guess this entire mission, we spot the perfect boulder.

Into the light.

Cue Thundercats theme song.

Moments before the final plunge.

Scadoosh!

Boman puts all his weight into this one.

Heather gives it some extra elbow grease.

It's going to take the power of 12 men (or two guys and a lady) to lift this butter knife out of the ground. But if you come across it while collecting minerals outside of Boulder, send us a photo of it and we'll mail you the sheath.

Otherwise, we're coming back here when we're 80 to feel the power one more time.

The hike back down isn't nearly as bad if you don't look down.

Heather didn't look down at all and ended up putting her hand in a cactus. Ouch.

She decides to slide down the rest of the cliff on her butt, but we're in no hurry.

Our quest was a complete success and can be compared to running a marathon.

Even winning a marathon.

The road trip continues onward to South Dakota.

We find a place called Carhenge in the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska.

A moonlit adaptation of Stonehenge. Pretty cool.

Actually, it was pretty freezing.

So we had to entertain ourselves while Hasselhoff was doing seven minute exposures.

Carhenge pin-up calendar 2009.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

DAY THIRTY-ONE - Boulder Day Two

We bump into a new friend, Vechel, who happens to be a guitarist for Rhythm Roots Allstars, who happens to be on tour with hip-hop legend Talib Kweli, David Banner, and Little Brother, who happens to be performing tonight. In the meantime, we happen to have a highly successful trip to Mike's Camera, who happens to have the right cord for Hasselhoff and who happens to be able to process and scan our mound of 120mm film.

Boulder is a college town with oceans of free wifi and cheap coffee.

The quality deceptions of Photoshop.


Boman forgot his crebit card at the bar during the dance monsoon, so we return only to find a large room with lonely pool tables. Round two.

We also find a lonely bartender with nothing to do except catering us with a new view to sip to.

Boman finds some nice flare for his new I-Zod.
Success!


We go back to Heather's and enjoy some delicious treats with her bro, Nick.

Boulder is clean. Even the construction sites.

After some procrastination, we decide to go to the concert at Fox Theater.


Vechel killing it.

We heard David Banner's blood is sold as an energy drink.

Mr. Kweli is articulate. "In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist.
Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?"


The concert ends and Vachel joins us to roar.

A 30-minute encore follows with some of the best improv I've seen.



"We represent for Marcus Garvey"

David Banner's security guard can beat you at thumb wrestling.

We manage to get on the tour bus. Mr. Banner gives my camera a seriuos look-through and grabs a blog card. Scadoosh!

A good tour bus comes fully equipped with Knob Creek and hearty snacks.

Little Brother admires our Good Clothes:
"
As we got on the floor, it was embarassin trust me
The saleswoman walkin straight over to husky
I still got stonewashed denim, Bobby Brown patent leather
Members Only jacket, ain't nobody fresher than me."


Heather is so happy, she can't even walk.

But she sure can sleep.

I'm allergic to cats and their devilish strangle hold. But sleeping outside is nothing new and there's a nice breeze.