The Finest Arses on the East Coast being taught the infamous, and rarely survived, Overlook Jump.
Al and friends made it across the Blackwater River with only a few audible cracks below the feet...yikes.
Ah yesh, the Blackwater gettin' its Mojo frozen.
Tree: half in sun, half not. See.
Chip B. and I had the pleasure to shred Upper Springer with not more than the sunshine and half-blindedness. Get out.
Chip B. and I had the pleasure to shred Upper Springer with not more than the sunshine and half-blindedness. Get out.
The bros and I are about to embark on a lil' trip west. CO, perhaps some WY, maybe CA, Mexico, Hawai'i, Japan, China, down to Thailand...stay there forever. Nice knowin' ya. It's been good in the land of milk and money.
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