Sunday, October 23, 2011
Can't believe that fall has us by the balls and we'll be shredding in less than a month. The leaves are falling and I've had to scrape my car windows a couple times. I'm still here and it looks like I'll be spending another winter living the dream. Working nights and playing all day/every day. So before the pass closes, I drove over Trail Creek to check out my bro's ranch up in Copper Basin.
Passed by some prime fishin.
And made it t his place. There's a series of tiny little cabins, sheep wagons, and a stoney yurt on the compound. This one's from some creeper named Russian John's that's about 200 square feet and 100 years old. It was salvaged 50 miles away and rebuilt here.
"hey fucker, did you see that?"
Up the valley in the back 40.
Jesus Christ it's gorgeous everywhere around here.
And then back home down the pass and along Trail Creek.