Home Is Where You Park It

You know the guy.... that friend that each of us has. Something happened at birth and from that point forward he/she was a genetic freak. The "guy" that will single-handedly conquer any adventure you throw his way and do it with a 50 lb. backpack filled with rocks.



When the "guy" calls to get together tomorrow for an adventure, you better bring your credit card because you don't know if you are going to have to spend the night somewhere....

Well Boulder's "guy" is none other than, Chris "Botsy" Phillips and his forearms are bigger than my quads, seriously. I think Chuck Norris actually takes after Botsy, not vise versa.



Speaking of Chuck.... "My boy Mike" raided my closet and tagged me with another one of his killer stencils. If you are looking for some one of a kind duds, drop him a line. The boy has skillz... for realz.



Well, it is summer time in Boulder which means one thing: The creek is flowing fast and it is filled with hippies, kayaks, tubers, hippies, and cyclists icing their legs. The water is ice cold from the mountains winter run off and it is the place to be on a hot afternoon.... Maybe not in full lycra though but hey, if you got it rock it.