I Climb Rocks

There is a blessing and/or curse that makes itself manifest when Max Dillman and I get together. The chaos cosmos come together and we find ourselves in the most interesting situations. It's great.

So on Saturday we decided to go climbing. It was warmish and Dillman was itching to get outside. So we headed up to Big Cottonwood Canyon.

And the adventure began.

One high centered car later we walked out of Cottonwood Canyon with 3 new friends and a 2 and a half foot bong. That's right, a 2 1/2 foot bong.

We were walking up the hill to find a place to drop into the canyon. At the top of the hill was a bearded man on a hand crank bike. He had a trash bag in his lap. As we were walking past him he handed me the bag and said, "Dude I need you to take this, I can't have it anymore. I'm trying to quit." I was beyond confused. Then he asked, "Do you know what it is?" At first I said no, but once I looked at it, both Dillman and I busted up laughing. Sure enough, its blue and a bong. Who would've guessed I'd ever have one in my possession. So we took it from him, left it at the base of the mountain we were climbing and had a good time.

But as I semi-mentioned before, my car -- Silvia -- got high centered on a rock when I pulled off the road. It was concealed underneath a bit of snow so I didn't see it. So some brothers from outta state stopped and helped us jack up the car, dig out the boulder and move the car free. I offered to sell them the bong, but it was a no go. So if you know someone, let me know.

Just kidding. But seriously.


The best news is that we're doing Vegas this weekend. Glory.