Awake at Eich and Misty’s on the floor of their home theater, complete with projection screen, theater seating, projection booth, and track lighting.  His full name is Ernest P. Eich IV and he is a freelance film maker and knows Hoony from when ol’ Hoonhout used to play rock n roll there.  Their apartment is upstairs from the first bank Butch Cassidy ever robbed.  They report hauntings.  We ventured into the bustling streets of friday morning T-Ride nestled between unfathomable peaks and The Bluest Skies, and stumbled across the first farmer’s market of the season.  I smelled and tasted things people grew and made, then we took the gondola (ganj-dola) to the top of the ski hill for free– it’s considered public transportation there.  At the top we scoped terrifying ski runs, I found 35 cents, and we filled ourselves with Rocky Monsters on this last Colorado afternoon of the tour.  We made one last stop with Matt (former V.O.R. drummer) at Bridalveil Falls, the tallest falls in CO.  At the brink of the falls sits a white two-story house.  In addition to the living area, in the basement, resides a hydroelectric system utilizing the falls to generate power.  The guy got a 99-year lease from the mining company at $1/ year, moved his family up for a time, ferrying supplies up the cliff with a series of cables and baskets.  Now he just sells the surplus energy to the town.  Enroute to Moab I threw a watermelon out the window and a mileage marker sliced it in two like a Hatori Hanzo.  At the show I met an aussie named Grog who possessed an incredible talent for spinning while bush-whistling.  Afterward we had a soak outside the hotel, then walked across town, snuck into a bed N breakfast, and swam and soaked some more.

Quote of the Day:    "Will, there’s a cat in your soup."

by Jesse Shell