Don't Worry, Be Hippie!



Here's a pic of my sweety Russ, standing below the lift in Vail that he worked on last winter. The general crapness of the pic is the main reason I'm now the proud owner of a Fujifilm digi. It rained nearly every day I was in Minturn and we were in a conjoined fetal position the first night in my crummy tent because it freakin' HAILED and was COLD AS HELL. :o)

Ahem ... six days and counting till I bust outta this wretched little town. After hours of fucking with on-line quotes, etc. I ended up going with a local travel agent anyhoo. The ticket to Oz is about $200-$400 more than I planned to pay. Shite! And the Aussie dollar is doing better than the Lonely Planet bible sez, so my mulla will only be worth half again as much. Twin Shites.

4 million+ macho surfers and discontented hotel clerks ought to make Sydney an interesting first stop when I get re-gurgitated from the Qantas rig after 25 hours at 38,000 feet. It'll be 6 a.m. there and the sorta frat-house hostel I'm checking in at is offering a "free first pint". Blimey.

I feel like inserting some over-used quotes like Eminem's "Hold your nose, cos here comes the cold water," or maybe, the voice over from the beginning of The Beach when DiCaprio's character says, "So after 6 beers, two in-flight movies and absolutely no sleep, you touch down in Bangkok ... fun-time city."

On that note, here's another disposable cam pic of lovely, mosquito-ridden Colorado. This is looking north in Grand Dysfunction at the stately Bookcliff mesa, one of three mesas that surround the town of 40,000.



G'day,

-- Mz M.