Bill got a new van, and we helped him break it in over the course of a four-day trip to Bishop.
The backseat casserole of dudes and crash pads and Cheez-It's was not quite what we had in mind when we heard we would be crossing paths with "Flash Foxy" this weekend, but we prefer the former over the latter, anyway.
Less-than-ideal temps made for more time with beers in-hand than time spent on top of boulders. Such is late season bouldering in Bishop.
A constant influx of meat-and-bread sandwiches, oatmeal cream pies, cheesy bread, Burger Barn, and India Pale Ale had us feeling (and the van smelling) a certain kind of way. It was Carl Junior, that son-of-a-bitch, that did us in for good on the drive home.