beans surprised everybody and showed up on this amazing 1985 Honda Goldwing.
this would be braeden's last stop. we left him playing alone in the street.
no question, the goldwing rules
pete had to call home to the honda dealership to put a deposit down.
trying to find crater lake, where we were supposed to meet keegan nearly 5 hours ago.
found the crater.
we were so distracted by it's majesty that we forgot about keegan
and harv had to pull his wang out and salute
nothin' like living on the edge with your junk exposed.
safe to say that we found our man.
haven't seen this guy in six years.
we all went for a swim in the pristine puddle
where with no creeks or rivers feeding it, it has sat for millions of years collecting rain and snow
and perhaps a dash of beer and urine.
a fellow free spirit
these are the good 'ol days
we ate dinner on the outskirts of the crater but the boys are burnt
so we rode for an hour or so into the night and keegan somehow found us a flawless turnout down a wooded path
and the boys assumed the position.