This last long weekend was a blast. Two bike rides, one surf n’ turf meal (lobster and steak), one late evening concert in Tacoma (Lost Dogs, Michael Knott, Five O'clock People), one Memorial Day cookout complete with sauted mushrooms, whole onions, and plenty of asparagus.

Mmm... food, music, cycling. My kinda weekend.

The long bike ride on Saturday was my favorite thing, though. I outlasted two barking dogs, saw a few new roads, and set a new personal best for distance in a day: 43 miles.

It looks like doing the Tour de Whatcom isn’t so far-fetched, after all. Could the Mount Baker Hill Climb be far behind? (Answer: Yes.)

Friday night was my first gig. Not my gig, mind you, although I did literally play a part in it. It was Justin and Naomi’s musical baby, and I was just there to keep rhythm via djembe and play guitar on a few songs (sweet!). Not to mention that they needed someone sexy enough to keep the crowds from leaving.

The occasion was a coffee house/cafe thingie put together by a couple of the interns from a local church. They turned a cavernous multi-use room in to a homey, mood-lit coffee shop with paintings and portraits and even coffee. They did a great job.

Playing there was a lot of fun. We three had performed at two open mics in the past two weeks, so it wasn’t my first time in front of a crowd. We didn’t play together at all during the sound check. And despite a few of my patented sour F2-chords, the sound check was an anomaly. Once it was for real, we clicked and played well. The feedback was positive, too, which was a good sign.

We spent a lot of time preparing and rehearsing, and it was cool to see the work pay off as well as it did (I even sacrificed an Ultimate game to practice one night). It makes me want to think more about getting better at this guitar thing.

It was lots of fun; I would do it again.

I finally finished another article for Silhouette, so that leaves me shame-free for spending some time sharing the “what I’ve done recently” stuff. Let’s start with two weekends ago: Camping.

I went camping with a brood of Fosters (pun for those in the know) over near the Chewuch River north of Winthrop, WA. (Arial picture). The place we camped was just a spot along the road with no improvements except for a flat ground and a fire pit. As a result, no pay-to-stay, either. Highway 20 was open with 8-ft tall snow walls along the road. Very cool.

This was my second trip with my fancy new camera, and I had a blast. And not just because of the camera--you can look at the pictures to see who made it so enjoyable (day 1, day 2, day 3 (thanks to Foster to making them available)).

Coffee off the camp stove is a most satisfying drink:

Our very own Moses:

We stopped by the Falls Creek falls on the way out of the Chewuch area:

Check me out being all troubadour-like in the fire light:

Please give me advice.

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I liked the road-tripping and the camping so much last weekend that I’m doing it again. Being outside away from the noise and the scurry and all that “civilization” is one of the best things.

Off of Highway 20:

At the Columbia River gorge's Wild Horse Monument:

Columbia River Gorge #2:

If you’re around Winthrop this weekend, toss your bedroll in my tent and meet me by the river.

I went for another bike ride tonight. Instead of there being a headwind coming back south, there was also one going north. Either I’m going zip! bang! pow! fast, or I go riding at the worst possible times.

It was 25 miles again. Same as Tuesday. Yes, yes... it was “on the flats.” I’ll get to the hills in due time.

Interesting facts: There were 3 more dead opossum today than there were on Tuesday. Also, no dogs were giving chase today.

These cool, calm evenings with the house on the edge of the woods... with the frogs croaking... pretty good stuff.

I think I’ll cut my hair once I do my first century ride.

A few of us are doing a mini-road trip and a little camping this weekend. It’s nothing big, but it’ll sure be fun to get out and see a few things.

I used the excuse of the weekend away to purchase a Shiny! New! Canon Digital Rebel XTi. Nikon owners, please forgive me.

In other news, I finally bought a camera. I’ve been kicking this thing around for about a year now. I am pumped.

Hey, did you know that the baseball season started? Yep, me, neither.

Hey, did you know that hockey and basketball are in the playoffs? Yep, me, neither.

The NFL draft was last weekend. The Detroit Lions drafted a receiver first. Again. This is their fourth receiver-picked-first in, what... five years? I guess the difference this time is that everyone wanted this player, except the team own the overall first pick. Everyone believes that this guy from Georgia is the real deal. And Matt Millen survives a little longer.
 
I’m not really a big fan of what I call “shotgun dating”; that is, date as many gals as possible and see what hits. Partly because of that, someone once labeled me “loyal.” (Some other well-meaning people once said "lazy", but that isn't important now). In terms of football-dom, this loyalty often feels like a liability. (It's not always immediately fulfilling in the dating world, either.) But let me argue my case:

Hey, Ladies! I don’t switch teams just because my team wrongs me year after year after year! I’m willing to cope with the coaching incompetence, the bone head front-office decisions, and all the Kevin Jones fumbles. Hosea had Gomer; I have the Detroit Lions. I can forgive!

It’s going on fourth months now that I’ve had roommates living in my (read: U.S. Bank’s) house. It’s hasn’t all been gumdrops and cotton candy, but I’d be a less of a person without these guys around. It's been a pretty good time.