![]() Back playa view w/ campsite |
![]() Joe & sunset |
![]() The Playa's Best Dressed, 2003: Joe & Gwen. |
![]() Nightfall: Rick hits a propane tank |
![]() Rick hits another propane tank |
![]() Gwen hits propane tank |
![]() Eric hits tank, w/ Harry |
![]() Donald hits tank |
![]() Don hits tank |
![]() Paul and/or Don hits tank |
![]() Donald, Don, and the shrapnel that nearly took Mike B.'s head off |
![]() Harry speaks about the shrapnel |
![]() Harry's expression says it all. So does Gwen's. |
![]() Mike B., satisfied at having used up life #5 of 9. Only four to go! |
![]() Sunday Morning. I think we can all agree this vacation wouldn't have been the same without the constant reminders of Mike B.'s butt. |
![]() Rick, Joe, Donald, Mike B., Roxanne by car |
![]() 1850s shepherd's wagon remains |
![]() Scary, scary Black Rock Springs |
![]() Scary, scary Black Rock Springs |
![]() Joe, Allie, and ex-cow |
![]() ex-cow |
![]() Find the fish |
![]() RICK. (See www.cafeshops.com/_RICK_) |
![]() lake |
![]() Home on the range again |
![]() Mike B. & Joe: lookin' good, guys. |
![]() Unloading the shitbox |
![]() Leaving a package for the Tommy Gun Bitchs. |