So back in March when Nate and I moved back to Virginia, I left my jeep in storage, because it was cheaper than bringing back, and at the time I wasn’t sure if I was going back or not…
Well, as it turns out, I’m not going back, to stay, and it really sucks driving a minivan, so there’s the background on why I’m out here.
The shock of going from cool, raining Virginia to ungodly 111 degrees and partly cloudy was worse than I had anticipated. Stepping out of the airport literally felt like opening an oven, except the initial heat blast didn’t go away.
I caught a bus to the Riviera- fun fact the 108 bus runs from the airport to some hotels. and for all the other ones, get off at the big bus terminal place and get on the Deuce. this is much cheaper than a cab- and to my complete suprise there was no line to check in.. When I finally located the elevator to my floor, there were about a dozen confused, and extremely heavily-dressed firefighters. most of them had hug sections of fire hose, and each one also carried some kind of pick-axe/pitch-fork shovel thing. They were lost, in a maze of a hotel. It was absurdly funny, and luckily nothing was seriously on fire…
The next morning I walked straight to the storage place, and some how, the jeep miraculously started up no problem- after sitting for almost 5 months. I drove around some familiar areas a little bit before it became too hot to do anything but fly down the interstate.
20 minutes outside Vegas I got onto the Great Basin Highway, which right from the beginning is completely breath-taking and took that until it reconnected with I15 again in Cedar City, UT.
Until I was 9, my family lived in Las Vegas, and we had a condo in the ski resort that is now Eagle Point, 18 miles up the mountains from Beaver. I drove up to it, walked around- nothings changed in 12 years..- and then explored some of the back roads we used to take the Jeep down on expeditionary fishing trips.
This morning I woke up, and headed out, down the other side of the mountains through meadows and way-too-steep dirt roads.
I jumped off I15 (as much as I wanted to take a different route, and stay on it) where I70 starts. Alot of the scenery is really incredible between there and Green River, especially from a geological perspective. The pictures don’t do any justice either.
I passed by the overpass we barely made it to, when me and Kyle blew up the radiator on our way to the Grand Canyon almost exactly 3 years ago. And after not finding a Panera in Grand Junction, I had to settle for this McDs, where I’ve been sitting, typing, waiting for my laptop and iphone to charge for too long. I’m hungry, and since this place doesn’t serve actual food, its time to move on…
Everytime I’ve gone to any kind of rock concert/show, all I’ve wanted to do is be close to the stage, survive pits and much larger crowd-surfers, rock out, and then brag about on the internet. My friend/mentor/ex-bandmate/ex-roommate, Dav, wants little of that. On our way into the Crew Stadium parking lot, he declared that we were going to get into where the buses are, and meet the bands- like it wasn’t an option.. or impossible.
let me just point at too, that when we got into Columbus the night before, Dav hadn’t bought a ticket, which were sold out, and which Josh and I both paid $90 for 2 weeks before. When we woke up Sunday morning, he had bought a ticket and a parking pass for $60 from one of his neighbors. I’m assuming he beat them up too.
The parking pass got us pretty close to the front gate. We could see the screens on the smaller stage, and hear the music pretty well. For about an hour and a half we sat around the car, blasted music, and admired the passing scantily-clad young women. As soon as we got in I made bee-line for the Schecter tent to grab some stickers, which I’d missed out on at the Carolina Rebellion. However, as soon as Dav got there he all but tossed me behind the table and started mouthing off to the guy working there about how we were in this band, and all I’ve ever played were schecters, which is true, but not that meaningful. It was kind of the only time I’ve ever felt cool talking about playing guitar, and the tech guys were totally awesome. They let me take a ton of stickers, which I lost…
We made it to the side of the stage, in the stands with 45 minutes until Bush started. Dav tried to work an angle with the younger security guys(which I immediately (drunkenly?) thought was going to work, then with any vendor, or cleaning person he could find. Bush played a really good show- obviously alot of their older stuff, and sounded great.
Around the time that they were finishing up, Dav had gotten a stadium employee to kind of sneak us down to the lower level which was like behind-the-scenes lots of people running around, bringing food up to the snack bars, moving pallets, carrying boxes of merchandise in and out of trailers. Oh yeah! We were completely wasted…
Before anyone could ask us why we were there, as we obviously did not fit in, I targeted a couple of younger, teenage dudes, one of which was wearing skate shoes. I rushed over to him and asked about the local indoor parks, they humored us and we walked with them through corridors of 18-wheeler trailers, but as soon as we were out of ear-shot I blurted “hey look I really am interested in the skate stuff here, and that sucks that they closed whatever park, but the real reason we’re back here is to get back stage. Can you guys help us?”
I wonder if they told anyone about us… Whatever directions they gave us had escaped my inebriated mind as we walked back into the mayhem of scurrying employees. I was in the lead and made a dart left, away from the next higher level security gate. We walked away from them for a few stride, passing a couple of dudes pulling a trash dumpster thing. Dav easily coerced them into letting us- 3 out-of-place, staggering, not-uniformed weirdos- have it, probably by saying something to the effect of “hey yeah Jerry said for you guys to just pass it on to us, we’ll take it from here. thanks guys.”
We walked straight through the security gate, no questions asked.
We must have missed Alice In Chains walking through the backstage to get on stage by a matter of seconds. From here I have very little memory other than snapshots. We would get shuffled from one side of the backstage to the other by the big-time security guys , with a bunch of other people that had passes. I don’t know if they were just people with VIP passes or people associated with the band or event, but there were kind of alot of people just getting shuffled back and fourth. After a couple of these, with dumpster thing in tow, I went into complete Pizza Hut work mode, grabbing trash bags out of cans, like I’ve done a million times. Dav later said he was astounded with how confident I was with it, even going literally onto the edge of what would be considered the stage to grab trash. Not the most glorious thing to do, but did I mention AIC was playing 30 feet in front of us to a crowd of thousands?
There was one instant, where there was no one between me and the band, that my brain just screamed “RUN!!!” but thankfully, for my bones, and feelings (I can’t imagine jerry Cantrell being siked that a drunk loony is running him) I obviously didn’t. Perhaps one more swig of cheap rum…
I don’t know if it was our lack of passes, uniforms, Dav’s lack of shoes (he’d lost his flip flops somewhere?), my backwards “we be jammin'” shirt, or our overall bumbling drunkenness, but about the time that I was going back to replace the bags and had completely dropped and unrolled the trash bags across the floor, I realized that my compadres were being CARRIED away by very large, angry security guys. Fortunately I was the least noticeable one, but opted to just follow them out, as discovery was imminent.
The crazy semi-illegal activities should end there, but they don’t… We couldn’t get back into the stadium. We tried every entrance, every security guy behind every gate in the fence, everyone we could just yell at. Josh, who had already missed seeing his favorite band once, just opted to go buy a scalped ticket, which he got for $9- one tenth of what we’d paid in advance. We could’ve done the same, but I didn’t have any cash, and Dav is insane. Even in getting back in, he was determined to go meet the bands. We climbed over the fence and were almost immediately caught and thrown back out.
not seeing Soundgarden just wasn’t an option (thanks alcohol)”
For our next attempt, we walked pretty far around the gate, through the Lowe’s parking lot and into the only area that we couldn’t see anyone guarding anything. We also met a hipsterish dude reading a book, just listening to the music from outside- Charlie if you ever read this, I think you rock. Dav shimmied under the fence and army crawled across a drainage field, to the next fence, which he somehow fit under. I looked at Charlie and said “well it was nice to meet you. Damn… I didn’t mean to get these pants dirty.” and crawled under the fence. Hiding between cars, Dav whispered ” OK when we get up, just act like we own these cars, and we’re just gonna walk right in…” The first security guy we came to was a little apprehensive, which we both fed off- energetically questioning if he’d seen our ride, “an older red Jeep Cherokee,” go by. He just seemed happy to see us leave, but the next security guy quickly saw through our ruse, and just as we could see the way to get back in too. He said they’d seen us sneak in (which was demeaning because it took so long, and we were so Navy SEAL about it) and that we should jump back over before the police came.
Walking back to the parking lot, we decided to try the main entrance one more time- not seeing Soundgarden just wasn’t an option (thanks alcohol). They had already started playing when I told the staff guy, for the third time, that we’d left not knowing we couldn’t get back in and that I had my ticket, ID, and the credit card i bought it with. He finally budged and said to give it to him, but it wasn’t there. “It was there earlier, which one of my 10 pockets did I stuff it in?” “Dav, I gave it to you right?” The employee laughed me off, but we were determined, and still, somehow kinda drunk. Also, I realized I didn’t have my camera either, which had pictures of… ALICE IN CHAINS AND STUFF!!!
Getting back in is kind of a quick blur to me. I think the security guys took a couple of out-goers tickets, gave them to us, and threw us in. I think at that point, we were such a nuisance to them that that was just easier.
We walked along the right of the crowd and the rail, and ended up getting pretty close to the front, along the right side. We rocked out, righteously, to one of the greatest bands of all time. It was better than I could’ve asked for, and such an epic ending to an incredible day.
But wait, there’s more: After the show I went back to the place where we crawled under the fence and found my camera, then after feeling very, very watched, I jumped the fence and recovered my ID and debit card in the tall grass. Great Success!
Josh and I had driven down to Charlotte for The 2013 Carolina Rebellion. on Saturday, we didn’t get into the fairground until after 4, but I could see from the already sardine-ing crowd that if we waited any longer, we wouldn’t get a good spot for The Deftones, or Alice in Chains.. Josh wanted a beer. I left my phone at home.. I wouldn’t find Josh again until I found the car. I think the Deftones may have been the best show of any of the bands we saw- I really, really dig this band, and I’ve never seen a frontman have half as much genuine fun on stage as Chino. Pardon my French, but it really fucking rocked. their set list couldnt have been better: all of the good singles, and a couple from the newest album, which I thought they pulled off epically.
In the hour wait before Alice In Chains started, I met a guy from Lynhcburg, that informed me 10 Years is playing here in June, listened to a 50something year-old, wasted, guy talk about how much his legs hurt in the funniest possible ways, and laughed along as EVERYONE in the crowd made fun of Limp Bizcut/Fred Durst, who’s performance was being broadcasted onto our screen, without audio. AIC was really, really kickass too. I’d seen enough youtube videos and listened to their last album enough times to not be flabbergasted at how much William Duval (new singer) does sound like Lane Staley. Their set was really good- all the good singles (and the ones we’ve heard enough, and I’m sure they’ve played enough). My only complaint is that they didn’t play “Nutshell.” This may have been the the first show they played with Jerry Cantrell’s new haircut. Someone in the crowd had a sign, which they called out, that said “friends don’t let friends get haircuts JERRY!” for the last 2/3 of their performance the girl next to me was dead set on rubbing her boob on me, very aggressively. It was so good/bad that it was hard to focus on the band.. which was ALICE IN FUCKIN’ CHAINS! Thank you boob girl.
I sat at the car for almost ten minutes before Josh showed up.. With some girl, again. She ended up being super cool, and let us come party with her friends in their hotel room.
She had talked about meeting all these bands, and just generally seemed cooler than us, so when we opened the door of the hotel room to 6 or so rock-star looking dudes, it slightly intimidating to say the least. We kind of introduced ourselves, and this one dude walks up to me and says “hey, I’m Joe (or whatever his name was), you may have heard of me,” as he lifted his sleeves up and showed his tattoos. This was one of the most awkward, situations I’ve ever been put in… All I could say was “uh, no..” He looked disappointed, stood there for a few more, weird, seconds then walked away. In my mind I had just met some awesome dude in a touring band and introduced myself as uncool, Douche Mcgee.
I brought it up later and they told me they had no idea why he did that… He was just a local dude, not the vocalist of some band I’m too uncool to know about. They gave us alot of free booze, one guy kept sexually-assaulting everyone(?). And then at the end of the evening, one of the dudes let us crash at his parents'(out-of-town missionaries) super-nice townhouse- which was incredible because it rained all night, every hotel was booked, and we had nowhere to sleep but the car. They were all really cool people, and I’m sure we’ll meet again, and rock out.
It rained all day Sunday, so after picking up some boots and swim suits from an inner-city thriftshop (it was not inspired by the song. IT WASN’T!) we killed a couple hours at the Soulride park, which was just a couple miles away from the Speedway.
When we got into the crowd, just about an hour before Rise Against was supposed to start, a couple bands had already bailed- it was unclear if it was their decision or the event management’s. For the first two hours the crowd grew in size, and we all just watched the staff squeegee and leaf-blow the stage. No word was given that anything was canceled, but no gear was on stage. At one point, the siked-up crowd began chanting “squeegee man” at an enthusiastic stage-dryer. I could see the guitarist from Rise Against up in one of the VIP areas on the sides of the stage. As the hours wore on, the crowd became, collectively drunker. I’ve been to my share of rock shows, a couple strip clubs, and a good number of protests, but I’ve never seen more crowd surfing (to no band, remember), angry chants, or boobs in one place. It was the greatest disappointment ever. After 3 1/2 hours a man came on stage, announced that no bands would be playing, and was miraculously not killed by any of the incoming beer cans, rocks, food, shoes or other missiles that immediately followed. It was a sad ride home, but there were alot of hilarious, really drunk, very upset people.
So this post is two things; 1- something I put off doing for over a month, and 2- the prequel to the next post, which is also about Charlotte…
Soon-to-be-washed-up, future-professional skater, Jake Hillbish took Josh and I down to a contest in South Carolina back in mid April. (this is Jake)
It was a really interesting experience, everyone was really chill, there was a cool, Local H meets Steal the Prize, band that played the first night. I drank alot, met alot of sick East Coast Skaters, and talked to their moms on the side of a giant miniramp… Also there were min horses.
At the end of the second day, after the awards, the majority of people had left, or were packing up. We had no plans, and nowhere to stay the night.. At one point i walked back to our campsite to find Josh conversing with some girl.. who told us her friend was having a party near Charlotte, which was directly on our way back, and that it would be cool for us to sleep there. We were siked, but 3 hours later, discussing it over Moe’s, we decided there way, or reason, she would actually hit us back up and text us the address.
She did, we found the place way out in the middle of nowhere, entered a party that we didnt actually no anyone in, and proceeded to have one of the greatest nights ever.
After playing the awkward kids that just stand around the beer pong table for a while, we kinda split up. Walking through a hallway, i could faintly hear a guitar, which got me- especially drunk me- very excited. for the second time in my life, i walked into a room full of kids I didn’t know, who were all loudly singing “Wonderwall,” and met some of the coolest people ever. If you’re ever around Charlotte and you have a chance to see the Carolina Runaways, totally do it. Even just in some guys bedroom at a party, these guys owned everyone in the room. They did a couple of originals, which were good, but most notably an acapella version of “Wagon Wheel” (at that point i hadn’t heard the Darius Rucker version a million times) in which EVERYONE participated and a slightly redone “Sweet Home Carolina.”
Late in the night We somehow found ourselves in a circle with a bunch of drunk black guys jamming to rap music.. I started a “skate Charlotte” chant that went on for probably 10 drunk minutes.
I ended up sleeping in the back of Jake’s jeep just because there wasn’t anywhere in the house left to pass out, which meant i woke up, in the back of a car. with a terrible hangover. near some guys house, in the absolute middle of nowhere, in North Carolina.
One week ago today, I arrived back in Lynchburg. nothing eventful or dramatic has really happened, here. I’ve spent 2 full days at the LU park, 2 nights at Josh and Jake’s apartment, one night at Chris’s playing Xbox til 4 in the morning, and one night at my parents’. I talked to my boss at Pizza Hut, but for whatever reason I wasn’t on the schedule the whole last week. No complaints here.
Josh’s parents were going up to Virginia Beach for the Shamrock Marathon thing, and Josh invited me to go. We spent both night drinking at Cliff’s. the first night he went to sleep early so me and josh stayed up and told his girlfriend stories about him chopping down trees onto Kyle and having a weird obsession with mopeds.
We skated the Northside park in Norfolk and the new park off of Newtown Rd. WHAT A PARK! Team Pain, good on you. i was not physically or mentally prepared to skate a bowl like that, and it kicked my ass.
I guess, technically, this trip ended my coast to coast journey, since in Baltimore we were still in a harbor(?).
Our high school friends Rob and Ryan took us on a tour of ODU (I applied there a week ago). it was pretty cool, great weather. and with Cliff planning on getting a house in August when their lease is up, moving to Norfolk and finishing/progressing in school is kind of an attractive route for this confused vagrant… Either way, getting me, Cliff, Kyle, and Josh in the same place is hard to line up nowadays, and it was a lot of fun.
We had planned our entire trip, as to be at our friend’s house on that day, in time to party. And it was good.
The next morning, JP and I skated up to a Dunkin Donuts to get coffee and breakfast. it was very refreshing conversation. I felt terrible. We got back in time to regroup with the rest of our friends and ride out to Fell’s Point, which became one of my favorite places.. ever.
I’d been to Baltimore a couple of times before- the last of which being the trip where they were supposed to convince me to move there instead of Vegas. It rained the whole time and was kinda shitty. We saw the Misfits for the second night in a row.
This trip was different though. It was just better vibes, i don’t know. We hung around Fell’s Point all day, going through the music store, watching tourists and locals practice for St. Patrick’s Day, trying to beat out hangovers. I kicked myself all day for forgetting my camera. it was such a great place. At one point I looked up after looking through CDs and no one familiar was there. Or outside. Or at the cars… So, completely content with it, I walked further down the harbor, past crowded bars and art galleries, into a more residential area. i walked past small boats, past professional 20-somethings in running oufits, looked across the bay at navy transport ships and a Domino’s Sugar sign. Its funny how often I end up alone, with little more than my laptop and some clothes, in faraway cities.
We drove to the inner Harbor, and walked around, eventually snagging some stone benches overlooking the water. We smoked cigars and watched day turn to night. If not for Spencer taking pictures, I would’ve been so bummed. it was such a beautiful night, and a beautiful place.
photos courtesy of spencer vesey
From the Inner Harbor we floated over to Johnny Rad’s which is definitely the coolest restaurant I’ve ever been to; everything is punk rock and skateboarding plus (drum roll please) half the menu is vegan, and super good.
The “Templeton” pizza. yes, even the menu is skate-themed
We waited at our friends’ house for Eric to get off work. I ended up talking to Ryan’s mom for 2 1/2 hours about boy scouts and beans and traveling and jobs and life and New Orleans and Michigan. it was kind of a nice surprise.
By the time he did finally get off of work, we were all ready to go to sleep, and wishing we hadn’t gotten a hotel room for the night, downtown. that changed in an hour though, after we had loaded into the room and started drinking. I ended up walking/staggering all over downtown Baltimore, putting myself in several super-sketchy situations, for at least 4 hours. Around 5 30 Am, JP and I finally found a place we could get food. mission accomplished. what a night.
After a long morning, and a long good bye, we departed Columbus, drove through Ohio, Pennsylvania, a little bit of West Virginia, and arrived in Baltimore just in time to start drinking again. We had seen the entirety of I-70, except for like 50 miles in Kansas and Illinois… Whatever.
river crossing. probably Pennsylvania.
I think it was in Pennsylvania- things started looking like Virginia. it was mostly the trees, but the sky gets a lot smaller in the East too. It was kind of a depressing feeling- a coming down; Lynchburg, and my problems, and working, and facing everyone that doubted me. It was now all very close.
The only way driving across Kansas could be worse is if I have to be really hungover. And I was. We drove all day, got terribly rerouted outside of Kansas City when we tried to avoid the tolls (in my experience, its always best to just bite the bullet and pay), and got a hotel outside of St. Louis.
The next day, Nate’s psycho mom stopped putting gas money into his account because she thought I (because i’m such a dirtbag, bum) needed to pay the rest. (long story, its complicated, i didnt owe Nate or his mother anything), so he was really pissed most of the day, which meant I had a pretty awesome time. its funny how that dynamic worked, He would be super pissed off, and I was just glad to be alive, glad to be on the road, glad to be somewhere exciting, glad to see the sky, despite having to pay for the gas, which I didnt have money for…
we, literally, made a wrong turn…
After going the wrong way past “The Gateway West,” and crossing the “mahteh mississipeh” we somehow got off of 70. And by we, i mean Nate. I forget the name of the route we ended up on, but it was about a 2 hour delay of driving Illinois back roads past farms, and the smallest little towns. I thoroughly enjoyed it…
if you’ve ever wondered how clouds are made…
widdle baby arch.. knock-off
It was in one of these small farmy towns that we stopped for food. I was really taken back by how friendly everyone was- probably half because of my mood, and half having lived in Vegas for 2 months. i bought chips, salsa, and bagels at this store. it was unlike any store i’ve seen, but also exactly what i would imagine in a store whose main customers drive in from miles away once a week or less, and buy in bulk. Sort of a Costco version of a convenience store along the Appalachian Trail. I thought it rocked, all the employees were super nice, but not overly nice in a cheesey way.
We drove through Indiana, and through Ohio to Columbus, where my good friend and mentor, Dav was waiting.
the bible belt buckle
As usual, we had a great, interesting,one-of-a-kind time with Dav. He gave us cigar cutters and a pipe as gifts and treated us to chinese take-out and great local beer (I think the company was just called Columbus). At one point, his 2 sons, wife, and 9-month-old baby are all asleep and he blasts Alice In Chains and Motorhead through half-broken speakers in a 2 bed-room apartment with many neighbors. It was fantastic.
Between fighting with his parents, losing his skateboard, and the cold, Nate seemed determined to have a bad time in Denver. it was also the least-busy I’ve ever seen downtown, which didnt help the “where are we even going?” “lets go back to the car,” bitching i kept hearing from behind me when we went down there. My attitude, compensating for Nate’s negativity, allowed me to have a great time there.
I’ve been to Denver probably 10 different times, lived there for a month, twice, and have been generally infatuated with the city since 11th grade. My two, twin, best-friends’ dad lives out there, allowing for a few trips in high school. in fact, Kyle and I took a trip to denver, and then The Grand Canyon the summer after we graduated, instead of going to beach week and staying hammered. I think I’ve made my peace with not living there- I failed twice…- however I still absolutely love the city, the environment, the Rockies, the easy vegan eating, and especially the skateparks! Denver is the girl that I’ll always love and be really good friends with, knowing, that it could never work out.
I’ve skated those streets for hours. I’ve marched through them in the morning with Occupy Denver and been chased through them with anarchists(not necessarily anarchists, but the wilder side of OD) the same night by DPD. I’ve been completely heartbroken in that city, and I’ve been totally at peace. I spent an entire month sober there, as well as a month most nights drunk (off of excellent local beer, by the way). I’ve never regretted a trip to, and time spent in Denver, Colorado.Nate. In 30 seconds his newish, treasured Hosoi, board is going to enter a river. In 11th grade, my twin friends took me to this spot, and we were super siked because Fully Flared had just come out and this spot was skated in it couple times.
from the bridge that goes over the trains… “LODO”
another well-known skate spot.. I don’t remember who skated it, or what video though…
The second night we were there, we drank a bunch at our friend’s house then stumbled to a little bar down the road where the bartender let us drink without IDs.
conversation between the bartender and Nate goes as follows:
Bartender- “do you guys have IDs?”
Nate- (drunkish) “actually man we dont.. because we both got them taken away in DUIs in Virginia.”
(5 minutes goes by, we have been served)
bartender- “So how did you guys both get DUIs?”
nate- “well uh, actually it was the same night too. we were having a party for our friend in our house, and the cops came and busted it and we had to spend the night in jail.” (this is actually the story of how i got my underage possesion charge)
bartender- “wait, so how did you get DUIs if you were in your house drinking?…”
we skated no more than 3 blocks back to the house when the bar closed. i fell at least half a dozen times..
(the last glimpse of the Rockies)
Feeling terrible the next morning, we woke up early and pointed the packed Volvo east.
Also! shout out to the 303 skateshop on Colfax. I always thought the CLFX hoodies were the coolest, and when we went in, even though we didn’t buy anything, they gave us two awesome skate videos (not 303 videos, but a couple of their riders were in them) for free.
so… i got super behind on this, being on another trip, and only having internet rarely over the last week. my apologies.
So i put the jeep in storage, immediately got an enticing phone call to go work for a movie writer who owns a vineyard near San Francisco(which i painfully declined, and we headed out…
ancient markings on a pole next to the mcdonald’s in mesquite, NV. note the genitalia.
Utah was really beautiful, and it was definitely nice actually being able to see the scenery, as opposed to when i came through there in January and everything was covered in a uniform blanket of snow…
Nate riding around a rest stop parking lot. it was below freezing…
oh beaver, how i’ve missed you… we used to ski those mountains when i was a wee lad. Lots of great childhood memories hiking, fishing, camping, and staying in our cabin up there
this is where I-70 starts in Utah. We took it all the way to where it ends in Baltimore.
Going back through these pictures, I’m reminded of how beautiful this drive through Utah was. I definitely plan to return and experience more of it. i would recommend this state to a friend. more pics are available on my facebook- facebook.com/seandelakaza the album should be viewable to everyone.
I would not advise trying to get through the rockies 2 days after a major snow storm… but Nate’s Volvo did the job… We made it into our friend’s house near downtown Denver around 1 AM.