Hot Tubs, Mountains, Country Roads, Guns, and Pizza! I woke up after a hot tub evening in Sun River at Dad's, Dad made breakfast, took a great 2 hour ride up Cascade Lakes Highway and back down under perfect blue skies and the watchful Mt. Bachelor. And then went shooting! Kristen's boyfriend who I weirdly also went to college with for a sec is a rep for Glok Guns. Yeah, Glok. (see Wu-tang, Tupac, Cypress Hill, and most police forces for more info). So he took Dad, Kristen and I shooting with his demo car full of like 40 hand guns. While I can't exactly get behind hand guns politically or conceptually, I gotta say I love to shoot, and these were the nicest guns, so we went out, set up targets and made sure those clays and boxes would not be walking home on their own. For the grand finale I shot a silenced rifle called a silent destroyer. Creepy and fun and very emotionally confusing. We headed home through glorious sunset and rainbows to pizza and beer and stretching and early to bed.
The Epic Continues... This is the blog I started when I signed up and began training for Ironman Coeur d'Alene, my first Ironman triathlon (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run). I trained for 10 months. On June 26 20011 I went to Idaho to do it, something went wrong in the cold water, I didn't make the swim cut off and was pulled from the race. Huge bummer. In a fog of disappointment I signed up for Ironman Canada on Aug 28 to get er done.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Silent Destroyer
Hot Tubs, Mountains, Country Roads, Guns, and Pizza! I woke up after a hot tub evening in Sun River at Dad's, Dad made breakfast, took a great 2 hour ride up Cascade Lakes Highway and back down under perfect blue skies and the watchful Mt. Bachelor. And then went shooting! Kristen's boyfriend who I weirdly also went to college with for a sec is a rep for Glok Guns. Yeah, Glok. (see Wu-tang, Tupac, Cypress Hill, and most police forces for more info). So he took Dad, Kristen and I shooting with his demo car full of like 40 hand guns. While I can't exactly get behind hand guns politically or conceptually, I gotta say I love to shoot, and these were the nicest guns, so we went out, set up targets and made sure those clays and boxes would not be walking home on their own. For the grand finale I shot a silenced rifle called a silent destroyer. Creepy and fun and very emotionally confusing. We headed home through glorious sunset and rainbows to pizza and beer and stretching and early to bed.
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YOU'RE a silent destroyer! sounds fun, maybe reminiscint of montana time
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