mike and mark and melissa and i went camping for my birthday. on the way out there, we took a little detour and scoped out some forest floor that was ripe for picnicking.
there, we found this guy stuck to a tree who looked like a descendant of jar jar binks. mike laughed really hard when i said "come on guys! i'm a funghi!" and this made me feel good.
the place we planned on camping at was full but luckily we found another sweet spot just down the road and got to cooking. this is mark sampling the chili colorado with a pair of tongs.
while the stuff simmered, we took a hike down the beach and explored many driftwood shelters that had been built by ancient civilizations before ours.
then we crucified mike. he was no fun anyways.
i guess i don't have any pictures from the nitetime (i may have been a wee bit tipsified) but we didn't do too much. the guitars didn't come out until the next morning as we didn't want to offend nearby campers with our pisspoor renditions of the gambler and jolene. bee tee dub, mike is risen!!!
we celebrated mike's risenness and my 33rd birthday with some superdelicious brekkies.
and melissa stood in the fire to keep warm.
later that day we drove to this place and hiked around. the oregon coast is so stupid beautiful that it cracks me up.
and there are waterfalls that pour out of the forest into the ocean...tho this photo isn't quite as majestic as the real thing.
here, melissa demonstrates her uncanny (and sometimes canny) chameleonic abilities.
and on the way out we waved goodbye to the seastacks from the goonies and said so long to another wonderful year on planet earth.