| Mt Hood, flying down from Portland
to SF |
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| Almost Fuji-like |
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| After an escapade involving some
dodgy geezer explaining to us how we have to endure the "road to
hades", we make it on the famed houseboat |
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| Alex, doing his impression of a
Central Asian on a platform in Kazakhstan |
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| Blakely & Katie |
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| Moored up in what I believe is
termed a gulch |
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| Slate competition ... Brett
shakes off his reputation as lazy fat knacker |
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| Liv & Jim |
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| Jim brews up some delicious
concoction entitled "Jungle Juice" |
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| The gulch is a natural
amphitheatre |
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| Looks tranquil... |
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Battling the raging current, Katie assists me back to the safety of the boat
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| Manoeuvring the houseboat is not
a job for anyone |
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| It requires skill, precision and
dedication |
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| Tim's Tarzan approach
combines Braun and bravado... leading to |
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| The beach where Jim & I are
stranded. Had he been alive, Daniel Defoe would surely have been moved to
comment/put out a dodgy novel |
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| Lavvly Liv |
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| Katie sets the tone for the
evening |
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| Brett reveals his dreams of being
a French hairstylist (Liv obliges) |
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| KatieA and 'Fish' are hp to be
there |
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| Liv preaches the benefits of |
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| Hmmn...there seems to be on leg
too many in this pic |
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| Katie & son frere |
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| Bit of bonding with
Sacramento Elvis-loving waster, Brett |
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| Wash Park Grille, Thursday neet
with Becky, Bitsy, Cathy & Shawna |
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| Bitsy takes a turrn for the
worse... |
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