Last day with the Colorado Cobra crew assembled (now grown to 19) we felt the call of the sun falling behind the mountain view. Damn! that sun is loud. What we needed was something iconic to take us into the sunset. With no warning of how industrious our caretaker Sarah B and cameraman EPH were in no time we were supplied with 1970s cream-to-rust colored Ford pick-up. The call grew louder. We came running, and put together a short movie about picking up strangers on the side of the road, more pronounced than not because thats what you are on a road bender–pronounced. Lonely actresses with lipstick that’s too red, a biker and her biker man and their bike, a life guard, riff raff in top hats and straw coming out their sleeves, and a convertible and a pick-up truck big enough for all. Donuts in the pick up and frolicking in front of the sun drenched mountains we found one another shouting at and overjoyed with ourselves for having found the best field in Colorado.

Gregorious the Glorious Gonnakreepinsideyoulikeawarmkitten Kuebler greeted his kids graciously with kindness and a grand smile only the kindred share. We had finally made it to our westernmost destination, the only place we could find anyone willing to put up 13 Cobras and a dog. Three generously sized mattresses lined te floor and Greg tucked in every last one before sending himself to bed. Waking up snuggled between my dearest friends post 2,0o0 mile journey, sleeping in was truly the only option. And now we sit fed and well rested ready for some Colorado antics. Rock climbing is on the list and so is shooting a shot gun! WTF? Someone said something about some Tecate so, in keeping with good form, Im gonna start drinking before noon.

So it used to be part of a market but it’s gone rogue. Paul’s got the bar now, he’s also got swords, which means Louis is making it’s comeback and tonight we are doing our part to make this happen. Yes we are, we are! DJs Florence, Knight & Gale throw down on the Louis PA for the Cobras and the Omahamsters to bust-a-move. It wasn’t until late in the night when Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell dropped that our seer/mage Ian Parker found the time get busy on Louis’ checkered floor. Theres history that goes along with the bar and I think some kind of bottling operation. Go ask Paul, but don’t tell him we sent you, everyone curses the Goddamn Cobras after we leave them. It’s cause we make you feel so good.

HOLY GOD THIS IS THE BEST BINGO FOR A CAR

thanks jetpack

Yea, we were just on a beach. In Chicago. It’s called Evanston, ya heard. Picture this:

Your 6 a.m. footsteps lead you up a board walk to a beach …on a lake. The sand to the sides of the walk way is more like ground stone than sand. On the beach fog obscures everything past the tall life guard watch chair, including the shore. Birds are standing still nearby so you know things are calm. One foot goes in the water and its like ice and you are covered in a blinding blanket of fog. You are me right now.

So then the rest of the childrens did it. And we asked Jetpack to take a photo.

Who farted?

It’s nearing midnight, our NC arm, Greenpoint arm and Willy-B arm have joined forces at Grandma Rose’s under the BQE . We await our Philly arm. Time for food. Our first stop has us plowing through PA & OH on I-80 all night with our first destination being Chicago, so we must get sustenance now while we can. Our main man from Philly, Mike Barnes, is coming with Franklin, a Golden Retriever/Lab mix, who only a handful of our party of 12 have met. We are 3 cars, 13 people, and a GR/Lab mix, headed for the midwest. Id be more worried if this pizza wasn’t making its way to me right now.