Gear Room Geesies

Oh my land, there has been two time in one day that I have walked into the gear room to pretty surprises. Here let me tell you about them.
Number one time. Hands full of helmets I walk into the gear room to Ali-Brooke knees bent, claw fingers up and Hobbsie, poor Hobbsie, in the corner all defense mode. He's so ticklish . . .
Number two time.
Walk into the gear room to Tall Face Thompson sitting in the corner all sexy like by the harnesses and across from his was Justin Beiber camera ready, oh boys . . . What the fork.

How do you gargle peanut butter?

OOOOOH Tennessee I'm going to miss you. Where people say "I'd rather stand on my head and gargle peanut butter" or "She won't spend a dime, she's as tight as chicken lips." I'm going to miss the accents and the people. . . oh but we'll be neighbors in Logan! Hahahhaa woops. No, but I feel like I'm going back to real life. Where there is a lot more drama and a lot less trees. I miss it though.
I must have turned into a granola bear here cause I find myself with Chacos, an Eno, two climbing harnesses and long nappy hair. I'm going to be SOOo cool when I get back to Utah State!

Here's us just HANGIN' out at Green Brier

Is this Real LIFE

This guy loved zipping with us, duh, and came back from his car with a go-zillion free meals to chick-fil-a cause he owned one and he can do that. "Yes sir, I would like twelve free meals to chick-fil-a, thank you so much sir" . . . wasn't even his guide, I was just conveniently at the give a way party. Ce la vie