The Epic Journey

Yo people, sorry for the late post. I'm just not a good blogger. I guess we all have to come to terms with our shortcomings sooner or later.

Anyway, about a week ago Skyler and I set out for the mountains. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. But the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing more irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge...* So I kept Skyler away from the ether.

The first night we drove to Rocky Mountain National Park only to discover it was absolutely crawling with white people. They were everywhere. We drove south to around Granby and stayed at a campground in Arapaho National Recreation Area. We somehow got a fire started. I'm not sure how, because it was dark when we got there and we were unsuccessful the next two days, but we got a fire started and roasted hot dogs. Oh yeah.

Next day we drove to Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, stopping along the way to kick it around Leadville and eat lunch by the Arkansas River (I think). When we got to the Black Canyon, our minds were totally blown. It's the most epic thing I've ever seen. If y'all haven't been there, you need to go. Fo sho. I'm not nearly good enough with words to describe how awesome it is, so I'm not going to even try. But if ya haven't been, get up there.

The next day we drove down to the Sand Dunes and played around all day, at dinner in Alamosa, and drove all the way back to Black Canyon that night. Lots of driving, but a ton of fun. Sunday morning we drove along the south rim of the canyon and looked at all the overlooks. It was awesome. After that we got on I-70 and I drove with thousands of insane people for about 100 miles, when I couldn't take it anymore and we got off onto a scenic byway between Minturn and Leadville. We found a campground about half an hour later in White River National Forest, and stayed there. It was fun because we actually got a good fire built, instead of soaking a couple of logs in lighter fluid and pouring more on when they went out. This time we started with little sticks and worked our way up to logs. Hoorah.

Anyway, Skyler and I survived our trip, and now I've got three weeks left in Colorado.

*This is a quote from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. Chill.

Yo Peeps

Hello family members and other Ross enthusiasts. I've decided to start up the blog again, due to an outrageous number of requests (and demands. and threats) from many of my loyal followers. Starting today I'll try and get a post up every Monday, so y'all can get your Ross fix.

Last week I decided to try to get a job in the grain industry. I worked a 12 hour shift unloading grain trucks at the New Haven branch of the coop on Thursday. It's a bunch of elevators in the middle of the prairie a 45 minute drive from Holyoke. It was the crappiest job ever. The work itself wasn't difficult. I sat around a lot, and opened up trucks so the grain could go into the pit thing that brings it to the elevators. The part that sucked so hard was the dust. I was provided with a respirator, but after an hour my nose was running like a faucet and it was hard to breath. By the end of the night, after unloading probably 50 or 60 trucks, I could barely get half a breath and my lungs hurt like crazy.

Mom freaked out when I got home and wanted to take me to the E.R. right away, but I was like "Naw, Maw. I ain't goin' to no emergency room," or something to that effect. So I hung out, couldn't fall asleep until 6 a.m., and called the coop the next morning and quit. I missed a loop at the golf course on Saturday because I was so sick, sneezing and coughing up a lung and whatnot, and when I had to miss another loop this morning Mom put her foot down and made me see a doctor.

Turns out I had a gnarly allergy/asthma reaction to the grain dust, and I had to get a shot, toke on a vaporizer for awhile, get an inhaler for the first time since like 6th grade, and get some prescription pills. Now I'm sittin' on my bed in a drugged out haze.

So, that's pretty much what my last week was like. Skyler and I are going camping in the mountains this week, and there will probably be some shenanigans. I'll post pics and let y'all know how it goes next Monday, or maybe Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on how soon we run out of money and have to come back home.

Oh yeah, and I head back to New Orleans in 31 days. Wooooo!