Up the River... again

I spent this past weekend drunk in a tent full of moisture and spiders. Yes, the annual Up the River Party was a bona fide hootenanny this year, despite a whole bunch of bitches who didn't turn out for the festivities. We drank your share, don't worry.


/hi-ho, Thunderbolt! bitch kicks. bitch kicks hard.


/paintlick mountain obscured by the fog.


/Jose, contemplative.


/clarence carter's "strokin'" was blaring as this photograph was taken. seriously.


/the long road back sunday morning, enlivened by haybale acrobatics.

Fucking spiders, though, man. I tell you what.