The Last Post in May
Tonight, we went out. We saw the new Indiana Jones movie (because we were required by law to do so), spent about 20 minutes discussing in detail how horrible it was while we walked from Belltown to Queen Anne on a chilly night, and drove over to Peter N's girl's place to play darts. I love to see different people's apartments, I find it fascinating. I should make a hobby of pretending to be searching for a new place and just go see places for the fun of it. We stayed there late playing a long 8 person game of cricket, which I won due to my technique of complete haphazardness combined with the ability to hit only bull's-eyes on demand.
I couldn't decide which I liked better, black and white or color, so I put them both together. Any opinions?
We all also turn to some pretty cutthroat games. Yes, we take it very seriously. I, miraculously, schooled everyone in Cribbage this year, including the Cyclones and Mr. Dragonfire!
Motley Crew. So, this is the gang of campers. From left to right, Wally, Mr. and Mrs. Dragonfire, J, Smokey Joe, Mr. and Mrs. Cyclone.
Later that night, J and I saw this log and thought it looked like an alligator (head, one big eye, open alligator mouth). At first, it wasn't really on fire, there was just smoke pouring out of his mouth and his eyeball. J and I began to tell the cautionary tale of Mr. Joe Alligator who started smoking at a young age and eventually it caught his mouth on fire and he died a horrible death from smoking.
Second dinner was packet night (pick a meat, pick some veggies, put into a foil packet, put on fire). Third dinner was steaks and baked potatos cooked on the fire. Oh my god, so delicious that I forget to photograph it.
I did snap this photo of the Dragonfires looking (at the moment) like one of the coolest married couples I know.
But I would prefer to post this picture of T looking like some kind of wetsuited synchronized swimmer...
I am sure T would prefer I post this picture of him all "rocking out" on swimming and looking like a badass triathlete.
Oh yeah, time for s'mores! This group makes some ostentatious s'mores but I am a s'more purist: graham crackers, hershey bars, marshmallow. If it ain't broke, don't go making it more expensive and decadent.
We went on a walk down to the beach and we found the water at very low tide. There were hundreds of live sand dollars on the beach! Each of those little black disks is a sand dollar. Later, on another walk to the beach, the live ones were either gone (do they swim? I dunno) or covered by the water but there were hundreds of the dead-collectible-skeletons of sand dollars everywhere.
The first night, we made burgers to keep things simple, and J made baked beans in the can.
Yay, Mrs. Dragon-Fire. That's all I am going to say in this post.
Smokey Joe is a dog well suited to camping. This is him 
J getting into the spirit of camping...
First fire of the year! Yay! The campfire is my favorite part of camping.
J and I were the first to arrive and we pitched our tent. We decided to make some lunch while we waited but we realized we didn't have any utensils since the Dragon-Fires always bring them. J made me a knife out of alluminum foil (MacGyver style) and I made a PBJ.
Headed off camping for the weekend. The weather looked gray and dreary as we rode the ferry across the sound but it turned out to be pretty nice for most of the weekend.
A brief stop again at the Columbia River. It's a good place to stretch your legs for a bit and enjoy the view. It's the only thing in the middle of a very long drive. The wind was so bad (or good? they run windfarms out here) that it scared me half to death to drive over that bridge.
In Eastern Washington, I saw this one little cloud that looked like it was being highlighted. I photographed it from the moving car.
It was freezing cold though so I didn't stay long.
Determined to have some photos from today, I stopped in Wallace, ID, a place I've never been before, a silver-mining-town. You can read more about Wallace 
I knew I would be in the car all day today, driving home from Montana. It's about a 7.5 hour trip without stops. The worst part of the trip is Idaho (sorry Idaho, but it's true).
We rounded out the afternoon with a drive through some of Missoula's alleyways. I fell in love with the alleys when I moved there because I had never seen anything like them. I had only seen dark, scary alleys that no one would venture into. These alleys are like secret pathways that lead to yards and gardens and workshops and nook and crannies with worn wood, chipped paint, and broken but beautiful things.
We went by the school's gallery to see the current show, Oklahoma: Blood and Sky by Josh Meier. You can see the exhibit online 
We drove by my old house where I stayed while in school. The outside hadn't changed a bit - I wish I could have seen the inside.
C shooting.
A new look at an old car.
We didn't stray too far out of town so instead, we revisited some of my old photographic haunts. I shot this old car (above, May 2008) during the first few weeks of being in school - on slide film. 
A stop in at the Hob Nob for breakfast...
At dinner, C's beautiful ring caught my eye.
Missoula has turned into even more of a bicycle town than I remember it being. There were cute looking vintagey bicycles everywhere. I wanted to steal about every other one we saw on the street.
