Under the Auspices of Taurus warbonnet bushwacked.

[Benson Burner]

Did Capt'n Beefheart write the title for this report?
Under the Auspices of Taurus Warbonnet bushwacked......the Bulbous renegade shucked corn on a dusky beetle wing with generous girth.

Shugza

Yes yes Shugza, that makes me giggle. The boundaries waters video series when you and Kent did the Capt Beefhart, maybe up there, in all time favorite shug tubes. The one where Kent was burning fire for his morning duties, and you showed the close up of the cones and such. I really liked that trip, and I really liked your ode during the middle. I do enjoy them all sir.
With that said, "yes, the tireless surge of the smooth gradient decent of long vapored masses, concentrated to bedrock, and basalt lava flows, I cannot refrain from embracing, the cold waters, and the fervent singing of the brown creeper. When mucho slung and draped his grub two strides from my sleeping brow, tiny monsters manifested, and crumbled with the stirring of the galloping eyes behind skin barriers. I thought of good things to crush the sinister snaps and other noises and thoughts collecting near the bulging confluence, that starry night, gulp.

Not a tree hugger, a tree kisser haha! Great work Double B!

That was the PG version

This is why ai love to get out! Beauty, relaxation, just a great way to unwind and refuel! Awesome pics! Thanks for sharing!

thank you sir, and yes, i think so to sir......say Peppy I say we celebrate and buy some cottage gear this weekend, oh I see the only thing Brandon is not selling cheaper today is the spindrift, that little stinker. I'm trying to see what hammock to get, maybe the eldorado, I like the look see the shug did on his video. Maybe buy the XLC top cover later. Lots of options. Too many probably.

[Kroma]

With that said, "yes, the tireless surge of the smooth gradient decent of long vapored masses, concentrated to bedrock, and basalt lava flows, I cannot refrain from embracing, the cold waters, and the fervent singing of the brown creeper. When mucho slung and draped his grub two strides from my sleeping brow, tiny monsters manifested, and crumbled with the stirring of the galloping eyes behind skin barriers. I thought of good things to crush the sinister snaps and other noises and thoughts collecting near the bulging confluence, that starry night, gulp.

there’s so much to do. Thank you for elucidating the long swell of forest friends that cheer us onward to defeat gravity after all is said and hiked

[Benson Burner]

Thanks Kroma. Sorry about your luck up here in the northwest. I’m ashamed at those Oregonians that stole your stuff. Makes me cringe how someone could do that to someone out in the woods.
Alas, thanks for the poetic reply. I do like it. Yes when it all said and hiked. We do defy gravity. Cheers.


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