Theme of the week: plastered. Ceilings, floors, walls, and (most importantly) ourselves. As much fun as it may be to trowel up black goo over your head only to drop the majority of it on your face, it really can't compare to spreading boiled linseed oil on a earthern floor. What is a "lin" anyway, and what do their seeds look like?
Took a mid-week intermission to look for a good time in Medford, which has been understood to be hard to find. We were able to find it at Shenanigan's, where the weekly battle of the bands was in full swing. The establishment was so huge the employees weren't quite sure how many bars it had...somewhere between 5 and 8. It's one of those joints packed with tough guys in TapOut shirts downing Jager Bombs...so be ready for a good throw down or two!
Tired of tedious finish work, the weekend was given up to grueling labor. On the practical side, we voluntarily hauled a couple of tons of concrete up a steep hill to help out a pro skateboarder realize his dream of being 13 years old forever. Who can't get behind that? But then there was the weekly exercise in pointless masochism, with Mount McLaughlin being the target of opportunity. A gentle path through woodlands eventually gives way to an intimidating talus slog that takes one to 9400 feet in short order. At the summit you are rewarded with impressive views and graffiti courtesy of high school seniors. I'm glad to see the youth of today are still into vigorous physical activity.
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