Who will be with us as we strike out for the north west
Over the last four years the Sons have crossed deserts, waded though waist high, icy waters, endured sunstroke, climbed sheer rockfaces, peered through mist at the crashing waves, visited graves and hunted ghosts, walked in the dark woods, sheltered from the sun in rock caves, danced all night, ridden bikes, painted trains and drunk a lot of rum. Now its time to head out to the northwest and see what its all about up there in Portland, with the coffee and whatnot.
Caleb has been. He says its nice. Very very nice indeed. Frankly the man scares me a bit and I want my hat back. So I'm going
Dont leave me alone with this man.
I cant promise that we'll kill lobsters this year. But Kernats is coming so there's sure to be Clown Barf cake. As usual, everything that happens in the kitchen is directed by you guys and its always been a highlight of every day. Tons of food, a glass of something, a ton of computers, ipods, watercolours, sketchbooks and fancytalk around the dinner table. It really is potentially lifechanging what happens around the table when the right mix of people share a week. Who's in?
Sons of Turner.....
Like watercolour Pirates looking for treasure
I need to buy the plane tickets but I need names and money asap. Call, email, blog, facebook Caleb, Kristen or me asap to save your place.