It's rather blue, if you hadn't noticed.
Ryan cautiously approaches the edge, aware that hatred filled squirrels wait in every crack. Ready to attack at a moments notice.
Apparently southern Oregon is full of trees. Which are probably full of squirrels. Which are likely full of hatred. It's a dangerous place.
Sean checks his equipment at Crater Lake. Nothing could be worse than taking scenic pictures with your lens cap on.
I help Ryan scope out the perfect skipping rock.
It's important to stay limber on a road trip. You never know when you'll be called on to engage in a life or death yoga competition.
Ryan is not not peeing.
Pretty.
On the way back down south we stumble upon a peaceful green lake. Ripe to be defiled by wild Californians.
Ryan documents his right foot. Just in case he should lose it somewhere along the way.
Brian Wilson inks him up, hums Kokomo.
"Really? Kokomo?"
Displayed prominently in the tattoo shop. You know, just in case you weren't already scared of needles.
Brody ponders whether or not he needs to get a spaceman with a cross thru it tattooed on his other arm. He wouldn't want people to assume he loves astronauts.
