creekers: Volume One

One: Ascending a hill for the second time due to a wrong turn on the previous day; we really should have mapped out our route ahead of time, but I guess that's Creeker style

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Three: Ryan making it look easy with that big smile (but he was hating having to ride in the pack with the rest of us, it was throwing off his rhythm)

Four: Still friends after all these years

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Six: How did we never wrestle during this trip?

Seven: Right before Cardon and Mikey put grass on my jersey; they're conspiring in this picture, assholes

Eight: Cory trying to make it look easy, but his knee hurts

Nine: Adrian asking everyone to stop so he can catch his breath

Ten: Creekers about to pillage a campsite

Eleven: Morning stretching

Twelve: Getting dressed, prude style

Thirteen: The sherpa nervously doing business

Fourteen: More stretching

Fifteen: This picture was taken right after Michael got pooped on by a bird, which was the highlight of Cory's trip; he giggled like a school girl. And rather than tell Michael about the poop, Cardon told someone to take a picture of it

Sixteen: Poop stain on Michael's jersey; even though he didn't reuse this jersey, he never did get the poop out of his yellow hat, which he wore daily

Seventeen: Despite what guide books may say, the coast is very, very hilly

Eighteen: The weather was amazing; we had very little rain

Nineteen: Probably not a safe picture to take, but it felt safe at the time; there were a lot of things that at first appeared safe that we later realized weren't (like going down hills at max speed)

Twenty: "Adrian"

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Twenty-four: Cory's [blank] eye

Twenty-five: JJ, the documentarian

Twenty-six: Cardon, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

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Twenty-nine: Adrian blurring past us, even though it's not a downhill

Thirty: Cory messing up my picture with his messed up face

Thirty-one: Thanks Jared, dick

Thirty-two: We put up this tent once and it reeked of smoke the rest of the time

Thirty-three: Tight through the butt and a little flared at the ankle. Could these be girl pants?

Thirty-four: Campfires each morning and night. Notice my cycling shorts dangling over the campfire above Levi's head; I struggled to dry them everyday

Thirty-five: Despite Cardon's best efforts to single-handedly take up the space of three people, we crammed six people into the trailer on the wettest night of the trip

Thirty-six: Morning oatmeal; somehow Ryan never ate enough for breakfast to ward off mid-morning hunger (not to mention early-afternoon, afternoon, mid-afternoon hunger)