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crrk..crack..pop..crack
That's the sound of my knuckles cracking. I'm doing the stereotypical "sitting down to begin banging away on the typewriter pose". Only problem is, I have nothing to write about.

I think I'm gonna go for a drive tomorrow, cuz I'm running low on scenic photos. This is due largely to the fact that I failed to summit a single peak this summer. What? It was hot.

I did spend some time studying my topographic software today... It looks like there's a few easily accessible peaks just North-West from Mabel Lake that should offer some good panoramas of Cranberry mountain and the blanket glacier, less than 50k to the East. Now that I've parked the truck in favor of a silly car, I have to consider road conditions whenever planning a trip up a seldom used FSR (forest service road). It sux. Once the car's paid off, I think I'm gonna live the dream I had back in the Blazer days. I'm gonna find another early 80s full size, hack the fenders out and squeeze some 33"-35" BFGs under it. Install some skid plates and tweak the engine a bit. Then roam the countryside, lookin fer a claim, with mah shotgun, and mah gurl, and..... sausage, lots of sausage.
I'm having sausage withdrawals. I've been trying to eat better since I watched "Super-Size Me" the other day. The documentary where buddy eats nothing but McDonalds, three meals a day, for 30 days. (Not that I eat McD's regularly, hardly ever. But my diet does include quite a bit of stuff from the local German butchershop). Anyways, the movie was pretty harsh. After only two weeks of Big Macs and McEggers, even his team of pre-McDiet doctors were surprised at the negative effect it had on him, both physically and psychologically. I think it was the wyrm taint. You can't ingest that much devil fodder without getting kinda f*cked up.