The Prodigal Son Returns

Edit: Superior pictures going up tonight and tomorrow, park by park
http://madanthony.imgur.com/

The numbers are in.
87 days
13,486 miles driven
400.5 miles hiked
17 national parks
6 other units run by the NPS
3 state parks
5,205 pictures and videos
1 samba CD from a guy named Frank gained
1 front right blinker assembly lost
1 Fiel taken on a romantic whirlwind tour of the local Costco
0 bears sighted
300+ combined plays for the tracks on Zedd's Clarity album (Played that album into the dirt)

And disregard the other 5,204 pictures, because this is the best one [Yosemite National Park][Not Safe for Deer at Work]

Holy pomegranate those are some incredible numbers, welcome back man!

Moar pictures!

Holy pomegranate those are some incredible numbers, welcome back man!

Moar pictures!

I'll need a day or two to get a best of album going and subdivide the rest of the pictures.

How about some pika pictures in the morning. Chinchillas are passé.

omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomomg hi

Omg you better have taken a picture with Fiel.

Omg you better have taken a picture with Fiel.

Nope.

Nope.

Pics or it didn't happen.

Pics or it didn't happen.

It happened.

When in doubt, buy moar cliff bars.

Also, I drove Madanthony in mah Scoobie.

I farted in tha Scoobie. I regret nothing.

Big Busty Women.
A cart full of cardboard boxes out of Costco.
Harmonious farts in the Scoobie.

Today was a good day.

Big Busty Women.

Oh ho?

Man you should've came down to my side of Washington. Also get back on IRC h0e

Who is this Dave, and what CD was it?

Who is this Frank, and what CD was it?

And now, an excerpt from the Captain's Log.

June 10th, day 20

The scene: the sun has just peeked around the few lazy clouds in the sky to let down the golden rays of early evening. Songbirds hold a steady chorus to my left. A creek, so nearly inaudible I may be imagining it, shuffles around sand banks and under a long, fallen pine. Though the day was hazy, the air is crisp and pleasing to breathe. I munch on carrots and sip on water. From the right, mid-century samba music blasts toward me. An older man, Frank, lets loose a "WHOO!" as he changes the song and undoubtedly feels the rhythm in his soul. He had come for fly fishing, he tells me with a modest lisp. But there are no fish today. Maybe tomorrow, somewhere else. He roasts three pieces of chicken and an ear of corn over an open fire. The song changes again. Confident piano chords lead a brisk, controlled bass. A pair of horns take turns adding vibrant flavor and speed - but the bass keeps the piece smooth, sauntering. Seduction is in the air. Welcome to California.

The burned CD I have from him is titled, "Jazz Samba Encore, Getz - Bonfá" which appears to be a proper album from 1963.

Oh ho?

Maybe you don't remember.

We were driving back to Denny's from Costco and we got stuck on the onramp. There was a license plate in front of us that we both determined to be BBW.

ITT:
Thony & Fiel's adventures!

Maybe you don't remember.

We were driving back to Denny's from Costco and we got stuck on the onramp. There was a license plate in front of us that we both determined to be BBW.

Nope. Don't remember.
:>

welcome back.

...what'd i miss?

You missed Detroit going bankrupt. I had a good laugh at that.


This is what I get for posting things to reddit at 1am.
http://www.reddit.com/r/travel/comments/...breakdown/
Just one guy who wants pictures I haven't sorted yet. :<

... that honestly sounds very impressive.
Makes me want to do it once I'm out of the navy.