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Pitch and Put

The Dude

For Kellie's birthday we went to Mopin Oregon to raft the Deschutes. To our surprise The Dude was the guide. For those of you who do not know, The Dude, he is the character from the Big Labowski. After the river trip we went to Bend Oregon, a small town we fell in love with, unfortunately there are no jobs there.

Soon after, by someone I met at the Churnament, I was asked last moment to carve a pig for Pix at their annual Bastille day celebration. Good times good people.

The Ice Cream Churnament

I was asked by one of my employers if I had Friday off. Afraid they were going to ask me to do some undesirable work I asked why. To my surprise they asked me to be a member of their Ice Cream making team. This would be a tournament in Pioneer Square to find out who would be the fastest ice cream and tastiest ice cream makers. This would be judged by a well known news anchor and the dairy princess among other dignitaries. To my employers this meant make the best ice cream and get the name of the restaurant out. To me this meant find the most awesome outfit you can find and crank some ice cream. Soon The Creamanator would get the rest of his teammates on the bandwagon. To our surprise our dark cherry chevre ice cream did not win tastiest, an by no means were we the fastest, but one weeks later they brought a trophy to the restaurant and awarded us most enthusiastic. Hurray for teem BELLY!

The End of an Era

So the dream came to an end. I had planned to rock the stang for years to come. As fate would have it she would only make it to 95,000 miles. Her head gasket blew and without the time or space to fix her, the hardest decision had to be made. She has gone to be with others like her and it was only fitting that a rusty old man named chuck creaked his modified pickup to take her off to his shop. May she give the next person as many great times as she gave me.

The Maiden Voyage

On a warm overcast day two men leaped from the dock, over the gunnel and into a boat. With only the words of a couple of instructional books they raised the mail sail, sheeted in, and sailed off into the horizon. Within minutes the wetsuits were coming off, they are hot! Sweat was pouring from their brows, and the jib was raised. As the boat healed over, they rocked the rudder and off they were. A jibe at the buoy, a rocky change of sides, and back to the dock they were headed. Slowly they moved toward the dock, for later they would learn that their sails were not positioned for a run. They creeped into the dock with precision, tied the vessel off, and exchanged a highfive, for the are now sailors.