"Alright ocean, it's just you and me now. Let's do this thing."
Ryan was surprised by the bird attacking his zipper. But he didn't necessarily discourage it either.
Seagulls have no respect for signage.
Fish headstones.
I tried to recreate the Goonies scene where they look thru a hole to discover the location of buried treasure, but all I saw was a tourist, wearing uggs on the beach, waving madly at me.
From the beach where the moon landing was faked.
Ryan demonstrates the no-hands urination technique to show the ocean he means business.
Once we entered the state of Oregon, Ryan stood on his head to prove...um...ok, I think he was just going for a quick rush.
Ryan insisted that floral herpes is completely treatable.
Ryan always said a little prayer during roadside pit stops. Said it "pleased the bowel gods."
Nature will fucking cut you.
I venture onto the "wrong side" of the tracks, hoping that the killer mountain goats don't descend from Mt.Hood before I can get back across.
Aww, happy pup.
Always make sure your diner honey is kosher.
