Met up with Salba right before dark.

He pretty much made mincemeat out of the thing.

The Canadians and Scotsmen were appropriately impressed.

I made them go to a ‘fun’ American chain restaurant. You know it’s fun because of all the shit stuck up on the walls.

How could you NOT have fun with all that bullshit going on?

Keegan ponders a sleeping bag purchase, but holds off another night.

Woke up in Joshua Tree to a false horizon.

That’s more like it.

Pushed on to Bakersfield. The Tom Knox banks have seen better days.

Met up with Sid Melvin. For some reason I assumed he was Mexican.

Nah, just a whitey.

But still, quite a feebler.

Deadly spiders in the light hole.

Wowee, wow, wow…

Lil’ blasphemy, no big whoop.

Fueling up for the long haul to Modesto.

The massive new park there was almost completely empty. Pads and $ required, of course.

The three stair, however, was going off. ‘Hey! Put me on Myspace!’ the kids yelled.

We went to visit Lori D on her family farm.

She made us a feast. Thanks, Lori!

Fooled around in her office for hours. She’s almost done with her movie, you’ll be pleased to hear.

Keegan used a night indoors as an opportunity to dry his socks.

Over to Ripon for one last sesh with the bros.

The channel that Cards jumps.

Then I drove home by myself for Thanksgiving. Everyone else is foreign so they could care less.