Looking South on the windward side of Oahu from an old WWII pilbox on top of a mountain.
I found the ugliest Hawiian shirt on the island. Goes great with the aviators at an Easter Sunday BBQ. This is my cous, Sara.
Looking North from the same pillbox at Kailua where we're staying.
Very warm with the stove.
It started out as a typical day in Helena. I went to work, and made some new friends by spreading some love and cheer. Was feeling pretty motivated after work so I washed my truck. I noticed on my way home it was at half a tank, so I figured that before diesel went above $4/gallon, I would top her off. $70 later I had topped her off and was feeling pretty good like I received a reach-around. I headed home and decided that it was time to do a little spring dog crap cleanup.
Now with two labs and a fenced yard this is no small task, so I did what any good Irishman would do, I drank a Guinness to get excited about the process (currently $20 for an 18 pack at Costco). Anyway, after the appropriate mental prep, I double-bagged my plastic grocery bags, put on my treadless poop picking up shoes, and strapped on the latex gloves and headed out into the backyard to remove a winters worth of dog shit. YEEEHAAAA!
Although the cleanup of the backyard is an achievement in itself, it is certainly not Blogworthy. So there I am, back hurting, carpenter crack exposed, my poop bag mostly filled, and am standing smack dab in the middle of dog poop corner. When I see a sparkle, a shiny treasure in the midst of a sea of excrement, and there it was, a marble. A marble like I had never seen before. It wasn’t necessarily incorporated into the poop, but adjacent to it. My mind contemplated where this marble could have come from and immediately I thought…damnit, I never should have bought Ed Jr. that wrist rocket. The little punk is shooting at the dogs. Whoa, wait, he isn’t born yet. Well where else could this marble have come from…hmmmm…
At New Years, Miles was diagnosed with glaucoma and they took his eye. We spent $650 on the surgery and $13.50 on a prosthetic eye that they sewed beneath his eyelid. Recently Miles’ eye cavity started depressing and now is like a deep cavern. I called the vet and she said his body most likely absorbed the prosthetic. I am thinking that somehow he passed it. I’ve searched Google and all over the place and can’t find any photos of a canine prosthetic eye. I figure that the next time I go to the vet, I’ll slap the marble on the counter and ask for my $13.50 refund, and see what happens. Cheers!
Nice shot of the soon to be married man. 
This doesn't look good.
Fun trip but the drive was a long one, especially if you take the Shang High Surprise highway from hell. May be a nice later season trip. I'll be on the Clearwater this next weekend for 5 days steelheading near Orifino, lots of snow here though, may be tough fishing when McCall has over 7' of snow. It looks like it will be a banner rafting season. Anyone else eyeballing their rafting gear and dreaming?
Yep....that time of year. I had to build this map the other day to send out to permitees to warn them not to camp under dead black trees. 
Yep, was one hell of a first hunt in 2008. It started at 3AM with good coffee, then bad roads, then good roads. A few hours later after a couple hour drive then setting up the decoys and camouflaging the coffin blinds...we were set. The day started with harvesting a single that locked right up, and then another. Soon enough there were geese everywhere. Groups that were circling and getting lower and lower, and there were other pairs and singles that would lock right up with their legs down on the initial approach. I got my first ever double to finish the day with limits for the three of us. Three geese were locked up and coming in right in front of me. So I popped out of the blind, pulled the trigger, two dropped, and then on the next shot I dropped the third. Cheers!
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