Some photos I pilfered off facebook (in no particular order), keep checking back for more.
What a beautiful person.
On the barge in New York.
"shhh...it's nap time."
How brilliant were these prom outfits? Jessie as the Miami Mama, Zach as her army baby daddy.
I propose to Dan to come with me to Prom. In front of everyone.
Teddy.
Lindsey looks out over the Cascades.
I think this was in the Christian school. Pretty risque considering the environment in which it was found.
While I sat screaming at the wind, Arianna thinks to make us of it. With a trashbag kite.
I like how my legs look here.
I wish I could claim credit, but this is Laura.
Ahoy! This was way back in PA.
Two words: Hurricane Theodore
"We've spent the most we have ever spent on lodging, and Sean is sleeping face down next to a urinal." -unknown, the morning after Hurricane Theordore
Sneaking into Idaho.
Huckleberry magaritas.
Brilliant.
"I will go John R. on your ass."
Impromptu hoedown.
Christopher joins in.
Flower. Always whipping out the zany surprises.
Freaking out on the suspension bridge.
Flower and Storm.
Jessie finds more literature. This one speaks about saving the Chinese. Saving them from damnation, not their poverty.
Eastern Washington was a mixed bag, but the early ride from Republic was beautiful.
Kiss it, Brendan.
He made a big stink about this pass. Actually, he made a big stink about everything, including blue gatorade.
Everyone thought I wrote this; I would have been proud to claim it, but alas it was Christopher.
We discovered this random room full of balloons and no light fixture at the church in Omak. So we infiltrated and took pictures.
Mayhem!
I look like I have rabies.
Brendan Newman: "Oh my god, someone stole my bike."
We found a Bigfoot coloring book, including scientific information and field sketches. Here, Dan impersonates a sketch. (see below for close-up)
We head towards Mt. Doom. On our left, the weather gorgeous and the road is flat. Such is the nature of our rides.
Huddled in the trailer under Kim's sleeping bag. Cold, but not miserable thanks to Indian Blanket.
Looks about right.
Crit race between Ian, Dae, Anson and J-Muff. In a circle about 100 m long.
Note the eyebrow ring.
Me and Anson's grandmother, Mary Ellen.
"The Best Place on Earth."
Canada had no qualms with the Ninja outfit. Or the blue paint that covered my face.
"Practice responsible drinking!"
Waiting to cross the border.
Ramses makes a trip to the Pacific!
We made a detour just for Brendan Newman.
"Sweep with Me."
Triumph!
Our fabulous leaders. Thank you for making this the best trip ever.
Jessie.
Spraying champagne.
Cake!
Sean is one of the first cake fight victims.
My partner in crime.
"You two would make a great couple...if Christopher weren't gay."
We biked across the country!
SPL.
Best Friends.
Looking out over the city.
Ian and Pen.
Superlatives that night at dinner. Oh, btw, that's Indian Blanket.
That evening. Jessie: L-U-S-H.
Lol.
"Would you mind shutting up?" -Shawn
Reed, you wound up being one of my favorites.
Storm.
Gramps asleep.
"I don't want a photo." -J-Muffin
Moose.
Derek managed to put up with all our revelry at 3 am.
I made out with that.
Fin.
What a beautiful person.
On the barge in New York.
"shhh...it's nap time."
How brilliant were these prom outfits? Jessie as the Miami Mama, Zach as her army baby daddy.
I propose to Dan to come with me to Prom. In front of everyone.
Teddy.
Lindsey looks out over the Cascades.
I think this was in the Christian school. Pretty risque considering the environment in which it was found.
While I sat screaming at the wind, Arianna thinks to make us of it. With a trashbag kite.
I like how my legs look here.
I wish I could claim credit, but this is Laura.
Ahoy! This was way back in PA.
Two words: Hurricane Theodore
"We've spent the most we have ever spent on lodging, and Sean is sleeping face down next to a urinal." -unknown, the morning after Hurricane Theordore
Sneaking into Idaho.
Huckleberry magaritas.
Brilliant.
"I will go John R. on your ass."
Impromptu hoedown.
Christopher joins in.
Flower. Always whipping out the zany surprises.
Freaking out on the suspension bridge.
Flower and Storm.
Jessie finds more literature. This one speaks about saving the Chinese. Saving them from damnation, not their poverty.
Eastern Washington was a mixed bag, but the early ride from Republic was beautiful.
Kiss it, Brendan.
He made a big stink about this pass. Actually, he made a big stink about everything, including blue gatorade.
Everyone thought I wrote this; I would have been proud to claim it, but alas it was Christopher.
We discovered this random room full of balloons and no light fixture at the church in Omak. So we infiltrated and took pictures.
Mayhem!
I look like I have rabies.
Brendan Newman: "Oh my god, someone stole my bike."
We found a Bigfoot coloring book, including scientific information and field sketches. Here, Dan impersonates a sketch. (see below for close-up)
We head towards Mt. Doom. On our left, the weather gorgeous and the road is flat. Such is the nature of our rides.
Scaling Washington Pass.
Craig.
Huddled in the trailer under Kim's sleeping bag. Cold, but not miserable thanks to Indian Blanket.
Looks about right.
Crit race between Ian, Dae, Anson and J-Muff. In a circle about 100 m long.
Note the eyebrow ring.
Me and Anson's grandmother, Mary Ellen.
"The Best Place on Earth."
Canada had no qualms with the Ninja outfit. Or the blue paint that covered my face.
"Practice responsible drinking!"
Waiting to cross the border.
Ramses makes a trip to the Pacific!
We made a detour just for Brendan Newman.
"Sweep with Me."
Triumph!
Our fabulous leaders. Thank you for making this the best trip ever.
Jessie.
Spraying champagne.
Cake!
Sean is one of the first cake fight victims.
My partner in crime.
"You two would make a great couple...if Christopher weren't gay."
We biked across the country!
SPL.
Best Friends.
Looking out over the city.
Ian and Pen.
Superlatives that night at dinner. Oh, btw, that's Indian Blanket.
That evening. Jessie: L-U-S-H.
Lol.
"Would you mind shutting up?" -Shawn
Reed, you wound up being one of my favorites.
Storm.
Gramps asleep.
"I don't want a photo." -J-Muffin
Moose.
Derek managed to put up with all our revelry at 3 am.
I made out with that.
Fin.
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