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» Seismik said @ Mon Nov 15, 2004 @ 9:14pm
waw
» kashes said @ Sun Apr 4, 2004 @ 3:06pm
the picture's enchanting. i understand why you didn't want to set up a tent and sleeping bags now.. you were one avec la nature.
» soyfunk said @ Thu Dec 25, 2003 @ 4:28am
*deep breath* AHHHHHH! enchanting Cortes island. This is a view from my "camp" basically where i slept every night on the beach gazing at the infinit stars in the sky with my buddy Travis with who i never really talked but everything was in perfect communication. we built drums shells together, built an INSANE raft and took turns stoking the fire. pure lazy beach bumming time with never having to chop any wood cause there's was ample drift wood sitting around. In the far distance lies the totally desolate and unhabitat part of island... the mountains never stop for as far as you can see. it was on some lord of the ring type shit. luckily no cougars ever venture to our part of the beach (Hanks beach in Manson's landing). Nobody ever disturbed us there. It was fucken great. i built a xylophone type instrument out of drift wood and we made music all day while eating blackberries folded into white bread roasted over the fire. we called em blackberry struddles.