This place is rad. I’ve never been to Hawai’i before or anywhere Qest of Oregon for that matter and I love it. I flew to John Wayne on Tuesday, was stoked to see Cory, and then we were on the road at 6:30 the next morning to LAX for a flight to Honolulu and then on to Lanai. We arrived in the afternoon and were checked into our villa by about 4pm. Went to a local Farmer’s Market, bought some fresh fruit and veggies, cooked dinner, chilled out, and called it a night.

The following morning our mutual friend from camp in 2002 flew into town. She has been spending spring break on Oahu and accepted an invitation to come hang for a few days. We had breakfast and set out seeking adventure somewhere. It was windy so we decided to head West and inland to go for a hike, hopefully getting out of the wind. Destination: Waimea Canyon, the “Grand Canyon of Hawai’i” according to Mark Twain.

We drove in on 552 stopping at the appropriate viewpoints along the way.

This is around the corner from the first one. I was super fascinated with how the waterfall just vanished.

We continued to the end of the road where we found this viewpoint. Turns out it matches the original art in our living room hanging above the couch. The artist’s vantage point was just slightly to the right of where I was standing taking this pic. We realized this when we got home and giggled about that for a while.

From here we made our way a few miles down a dirt road seeking our trailhead. I found lots of muddy puddles to hit with the jeep and we eventually found what we thought was our trail. It was pretty well defined but was definitely a trail through the jungle.

It wasn’t the trail we were seeking. After about a quarter mile we came to a spot where a landslide wiped out the trail, it was impassable, the side trail was no good, and we went back to the jeep. A few hundred feet back up the dirt road brought us to another false trailhead, but then we found what we were looking for in the middle. Very well defined trail following the opposing ridgeline from where we were before.

We walked into Waimea Canyon along the trail, enjoying a truly magnificent place.

After a couple of hours we were getting in there and I spied a sign on a pretty exposed point reaching into the canyon. It was late enough that we should start thinking about heading back so I proposed that we investigate that trail and it was one of the better ideas that I’ve had.

The trail led out of the jungle and onto this knife ridgeline with a better than thousand foot drop on either side. It was extremely windy and there was a seriously legit risk of being blown off the ridge to death. We were super careful and rewarded with a piece of real estate that I believe to be the most magnificent place I’ve ever stood.

We enjoyed that spot for a while and began our walk home. This is the point we were standing on in the earlier photos.

We drove back down the hill. At the bottom there was a sign directing us to the Waimea Brewing Company. Seemed like a pretty good idea. We had to wait for a table, no problem we’ll go watch the sunset. This place is on an old plantation and the beach was black sand, was a very cool setting.

Unfortunately the food sucked and the beer wasn’t very good but the setting and live music were fantastic. We headed home, chilled out in a hot tub, met a pot grower from Tahoe and a speechwriter for the Department of Justice. The latter dude was smooth. Cory asked when he’s heading home, he responds with”Depending on what we end up doing tonight, my plan is to leave tomorrow”. He also came up with, “So what else is Onstead known for? Aside from beautiful women, of course.” And, after we left, I had to go back for my forgotten sandals. Sup? I forgot my slippers. “Oh, I thought you were coming back to invite me up for a beer.” Valliant efforts sir, I bet he makes contact way more than he strikes out.

The following day was beach day. I wanted to surf. It was up. We rented boards, I caught my first wave and popped right up. We were surfing a beginner wave in front of the Sheraton, I was fine with this since it’s been a while and there were bigger waves outside. Problem for me was that they were all reef breaks which I have zero experience with and honestly scare me a bit. I had a problem getting in the pocket and the waves mushed up inside so I basically had a rough time surfing. Bummer. We then drove down a long dirt road to another beach, this place was sick, coconuts and pineapples washing up on shore and everything.

I offered a $100 bounty on a fresh coconut. She didn’t get much closer than this, but it was fun watching her try.

They locked the gates at 6pm so we had to bail, we headed to The Beach House on a recommendation to watch the sunset, and it was a good one.

Went home, showered, went to the Stevenson Library at the Hyatt for cocktails, came home for the jacuzzi, and concluded another excellent day. Katrina’s birthday began at midnight so we had shots of the local rum we’ve been using for pina coladas and rum and cokes that has been delicious in those contexts. I’ve tasted tequila percolated through armpits better. This crap was akin to kerosene. I instantly didn’t feel well, my stomach just said, “Nope.” I teed up to the toilet, gave one good hurl repelling the shot and instantly felt better. No secondary convulsions. No unhappiness. I rinsed my mouth and continued drinking the Primo island lager that never left my right hand through the whole process.

We call this a good time.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Yah I didn’t go anywhere outside. I left the house hungry, stopped by the bar at Hacienda Real, drank water and salsa, ate a big ass wet burrito, and went straight back home. Laid on my bean bag chair, played Red Dead Redemption, and went to sleep. The day made me feel more Scottish than Irish; according to my Mom’s Dad I’m three quarter’s Irish, but if that was the case I certainly would have had a beer at Hacienda Real.

Saturday I woke up early feeling great for some reason. The girls invited me to a beach party at A-Basin. I wasn’t sure exactly what this meant but I accepted. They headed up early to get a spot on the beach, which turns out to be the entire South side of the main parking lot that marks the end of the ski area. There’s a picnic table for every two cars or so for a few hundred yards on the snow and it’s a party especially on the weekends. You can ski from the table up a lift and eventually come back to the same spot without ever leaving the snow.

I pulled into the parking lot a couple hours after they arrived. It was full and there was a flag man waving me along in front of a gate. I claimed to be meeting friends and had chairs and a cooler that I’d like to drop off. He snap said no problem, there’s usually spots open up front right now too. I drove along the beach, couldn’t find them, found a sweet spot amongst many open spots, and set out on hoof to find a bunch of lesbians and one straight girl. I love hanging with these girls. Found them about six cars later. They were tailgaiting and drinking beer and all smiles and awesomeness. I poured a 32 oz jack and diet and that’s about how the rest of the day went. Finally hit the slopes an hour later. It was blown out up top, we had a good run from top to bottom along the East Wall, and at the bottom I had one look at the line and zero desire to wait for a ride to blown out icy slopes. Especially when the alternative is a cold beer at high noon on a beautiful Saturday high country afternoon in a camp chair.

Well I ended up not moving much for the rest of the afternoon. When the girls finally came back they started lunch, pulling out a Coleman propane stove, brats and other stuff to cook, and I didn’t do shit, eventually being handed a brat in a bun. I love lesbians. I ended up moving my truck close to theirs and we turned its bed into a sun deck. The place turned into a block party that finally ended after 4pm when the place shut down. Super awesome vibe and time, I want to spend lots of Spring afternoons there in the upcoming months.

Ended up watching the fight at Jonny’s, I was super impressed with Jones, just a superb fighter that dominated Hua. I learned the next day that Jones had broken up a robbery hours before stepping into the octagon for the championship. He and his boys were walking to some waterfall, watched a robbery in progress, ran the guy down and had him arrested. Bad ass.

I walked home, slept, and woke up ready to fire on Sunday. I should have gone fishing as I lost $2999 in tournaments without a cash as well as small money in cash games. I wasn’t terribly motivated to pack for my flight the next day, but then I found out that I wasn’t flying anywhere on Monday. Turns out that the flight that I thought was on Monday really was on Tuesday. Bitchen. I just got a free day.

I woke up early Monday, stoked to see sunshine, and headed out the door intent on going fishing. I knew that I was surrounded by world class fly fishing but have never fished stream before and have no clue what to do with wet flies. I stopped by Cutthroat Anglers in Silverthorne to ask where to go, it was a bit breezy so they sent me to the Lower Blue. I had a fantastic drive North on 9, drove over the dam at Green Mountain Reservoir, and looked down a canyon at a river that I assumed had fish in it. I chatted with the two guys walking up who didn’t catch anything. They left, and I put on my waders knowing that I had no idea how to pull fish out of that river but I was going to try anyways.

I fell on my ass walking down the snowy/muddy trail. I fished. I never saw a fish. Made a video blog, making fun of my consistent over ambition in early spring pretending it’s summer. Walked back up the hill, back in the truck South, and tried the river again. Failure. Admission of helplessness. Back to the fly store. Help please.

I asked if they had a guide available for the afternoon and they didn’t, but the store was slow so they could help me. I basically got a half hour seminar on how to fish wet flies on any river and specifically the Blue. That sent me back out eagerly, I didn’t catch anything but got a strike that was my fault to miss, and by the end of the day I was feeling really good about fishing a river. I know that continuing down this learning curve will lead me to fish where as what I was doing that morning wasn’t ever going anywhere. It was a great day.

I spent the evening packing for my first camping trip of the year. Cory and I are headed to Hawaii this week, spending 5 days on Kauai and intending on backpacking the Na Pali Coast. Super stoked for that, I’ve never been and can’t wait to go.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Went skiing Tuesday at Breckenridge. It felt like epic conditions in Southern California with the warm sunny day and slushy snow everywhere. I came home, made a sandwich, read some more Bryson and am loving this book “A Short History of Nearly Everything.” I’m learning more from it than I did in any science class and am enjoying it more. Started the online session at 5pm, broke even on the day, and walked to Jonny’s for PBR and pizza.

Wednesday morning I did what I do many mornings, checking out what’s going on online. There were a couple of 100-200 8 game mixes going with players from Russia that I didn’t recognize playing bad. I jumped into both games as milk was hitting my Cheerios and I was stuck $2k by the time they were finished. I pushed on and scooped a big one in O8 and two hours later I was up $6k. F yeah. I walked upstairs to see what Steve was up to, it was beautiful outside and I wanted to go play. I wore sandals and a fleece over a t-shirt and it was too warm to stand outside. I think the high was 46 degrees.

I’ve been jonesin to go fishing lately and Steve has too so we went to the fly fishing store in Silverthorne. He was at the one here in town yesterday and didn’t like it. I have no clue how to fly fish streams or nymphs so I wanted to inquire about that and possibly book a trip with a guide for some lessons about the local waters and fishing with wet flies. He bought a setup and was fixin to go fishing out back on the Blue River and I almost accepted but wanted to play the tournaments that night. I’m headed to Kauai next week so want to work hard this week.

I built some stacks and then ran bad, only cashing once at 17th in the UB $20k. I walked to Jonny’s for ladies night, it was the most packed I’ve seen the place since New Year’s Eve and I ended up spending most of the night chilling with my buddy Greg’s cousin Cameron while we watched him run around and fail at hitting on women. Walked home, played mixed games online, won another $1300, and called it a night.

St. Patty’s Day! My goal was to be drunk by sunset and I succeeded. I started the day 4 tabling mixed games, 3 20-40 8 game and 1 25-50 10 game. I won some bucks from Ole G Smith which is always fun and then headed to town with the Steves to watch the SDSU game. We obviously started drinking, went home after the game, continued drinking while shooting the bow and pellet gun in the backyard, walked to the free bus to Breckenridge, and eventually ended up in the Gold Pan.

Things get a bit fuzzy here. We played some pool, the live band was awesome, and at some point the dudes left and were replaced by the lesbians. I don’t remember much from there on out, may or may not have gone somewhere else, and eventually took the 2nd to last bus home by myself.

Slept in today, I have some extra hangover if y’all want some, I’ve spent my morning playing SNG’s and $15-30 HORSE on UB winning lots of Hollywood Dave dollars which may be more fun than G Smith bucks. I’m gonna get outside now, perhaps go fish.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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I was super stoked to get a weekend with Cory and am quite bummed that she’s gone now.  Long distance sucks when you really like somebody.  We’ve always had a strong friendship. It’s neat to have that history with somebody and then be romantically involved with them.  The product is a relationship stronger and gooder than any I’ve experienced yet.

Saturday morning we walked to Main Street for breakfast, enjoying a beautiful bluebird day.  Springtime is definitely here.  We wandered around a bit and stumbled into the gallery of Todd Powell, met the man himself, and had a real cool chat about life and photography.  He has an excellent eye for composition and a beautiful backyard to work in and it shows.  He charges way less than he should for the product he provides.  He does all the work himself in the gallery.  I love seeing people doing well what they love to do, both he and his wife were very stoked people living well.

We walked home and kicked around ideas of what to do and ended up driving south with the snowshoes intending on getting into the woods somewhere.  We took a right off CO 9 just after Hoosier Pass onto Park County 4 just simply exploring.  We were at the base of Mt. Lincoln, the 2nd or 3rd 14er (14,000 foot peak) I’ve done.  It belongs to a cluster of mountains called the Democrat group, comprised of Mt. Bross, Cameron, Lincoln, and Democrat.  Most people don’t consider Cameron a distinct 14er because the saddle between itself and the summit of Lincoln is slightly less than a 300 foot descent if I recall correctly.  Regardless, it was my first ever winter mountaineering trip, spring 2003, and my first hikes up 14ers.  It was an incredible experience and I’m proud of the fact that I can say I bagged four 14ers in one day in the snow.  It has been a while since I’ve spent time around these mountains and it felt good to be back.

We eventually ended up in Alma at the South Park Saloon.  There was a re-creation of the historical South Park City on the West end of town and seemed legit although we didn’t check it out too closely.  I giggled at the banner of Kenny from “South Park”, the adult cartoon set in this location.  The Saloon was a helluva good time.  We sat next to this crazy feller named Bud who had plenty of entertaining things to talk about, including his return to jail this week.  Talked about it like gardening.  Cory and I sat and drank beer and let him talk and enjoyed an hour there.  We wanted to get out in the woods still though so left Bud to entertain others.

We drove up Buckskin Road toward Kite Lake, the same route used to climb the Democrat group.  The snow pack was solid enough that we didn’t need snowshoes and we headed up the trail through all the old abandoned mine buildings, including a super sweet old mill that appeared as if all the people just walked away a hundred years ago.  It was a nice hike and a fine day and I felt great.

Spent the evening chilling at the house, she cooked up some dinner, and the next day we again had to figure out what adventure to have.  She flew out late that evening, we pondered ideas over breakfast, looked at some topos, and eventually decided to just walk out the front door.  There’s a trailhead less than a mile from my porch that leads into the Gore Wilderness.  Two hours later we were in said wilderness standing on a four foot solid snowpack that swallowed Cory’s right foot often.  Of all four legs walking over this snowy trail, her right one accounted for 90% of post holes.  It was rad and gorgeous and neat to be passed on the trail by a guy on a cross country snowboard, which broke in half to form skis to go uphill with and went back together to ride downhill as a snowboard.

I drove her down the hill, we had dinner at some hole in the wall Mexican joint in East Denver that was awesome.  Futbol was on the TV in Spanish obviously and I got to hear the Mexican soccer announcer call a goal.  Paco da la pelota a Jesus a centro yyyyyyyy……… GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL! GOL!  Then the goal got called back and all hell broke loose and I didn’t know what was going on, but the guys at the bar said aye aye aye and drank beer so I think it was bad.  We paid the bill and left enjoying a taste of Mexico.

Sucked dropping Cory off at the airport.  I drove up the hill, hit and run Tepen’s badugi game winning one big pot and quitting in one orbit.  Walked to Jonny’s for karaoke night, had an excellent time that I don’t remember much of, was given a ride home by Steve and Adrianna who ended up on my couch and then an air mattress in my kitchen.  Good people good times.

Monday I felt like I was hit by a train.  Walked to town to run some errands and seek a bicycle.  There ain’t snow on the streets anymore and I live in the middle of mountain biking mecca so I might as well have one.  I bought a sweet bike but don’t have it yet cause they had to ship it in from Utah.  I feel like $2800 is a little excessive for a bicycle but this thing has full suspension and basically is built for kicking ass on dirt trails, which I definitely have interest in getting back into.  I worked that night, ran poorly and lost money.  Walked to Jonny’s for pizza, chatted with Christy about Kauai and the Na Pali coast which I’m headed to in a week, and walked home in the snow.

Fun weekend for sure.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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I’ve felt a bit unmotivated lately. It kinda feels like I usually feel right after the WSOP is over, that brain dead, thank God it’s over, let me go sleep for 18 hours and not talk to anybody for 36 more and I’ll be fine. It hasn’t quite been that bad, but on the other hand I haven’t had the drive to get outside which is pretty unusual for me. Usually after the WSOP I’m itchin to get the hell outta town and go somewhere greener and cooler.

I certainly was ready to get out of LA and it’s definitely cooler here but my mojo is amiss. I don’t have a good reason why, nothing’s got me down, it’s just been how I’ve been feeling. So, I didn’t do much this week. Woke up Wednesday, had breakfast, played online, ran so bad that I was done hours sooner than I should have, and went to get some food. I left the house to get some Mexican food, stopped by Wal-Mart on the way home and left with Red Dead Redemption. That consumed the rest of my evening (pleasantly so, the game is fantastic), and I was finally rustled to life when Missy called inviting me out for a drink with Erin. My best guy friends here are girls.

They left early and I walked down Main street to Jonny G’s for Ladies’ Night, the busiest place in the county on Wednesday nights. They literally give the booze away to all females from 9pm-midnight. I met Steve, Brandy, Matt, and a couple of girls from somewhere and we had a good ol night. That ended in a nine-tenths of a mile long snowball fight back to the house where we all piled in my living room listening to Slightly Stoopid by candle light.

As much as I wanted to ski Thursday morning the night before kept me in bed til noon and the hangover kept me on the couch til sunset. I left to have dinner at the Backcountry Brewery, it was meh, came home and filled in the dent on my Love Sac for the rest of the night. Red Dead Redemption is a fantastic game, an epic Western on the engine of the Grand Theft: Auto series. It feels like I’ve been dropped right in the middle of Cormac McCarthy’s All the Pretty Horses. That’s an era that I’ve always wanted to experience and it’s been hard for me to put down the controller from riding horses along trains shooting bandits by the Rio Grande at sunset.

Friday came, was spent on the couch in the Old West, and then was disrupted for dinner. Turns out the Chinese place in town is fantastic. I cleaned up the place a bit and then wrote this thing, am getting ready to head down the hill to Denver to pick up Cory. Super excited to spend a weekend with her.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Saturday marked the breaking point of my ability to live in a messy apartment. I went on a spring cleaning spree that would make any housewife proud. Five loads of laundry, cleaned and dusted every corner of my domicile including the toilet and trash can. I did dishes, cleaned mirrors and glass, and organized my desk. Feels really good. Had carne asada and the like for dinner that night with Steve, the new housemate Brandy (who’s a boy), and their friend Lisa in from San Diego. A few of the neighborhood kids showed up too and we had a good ol’ time that ended on the couch watching Dumb and Dumber. I played some mixed games online that night, won a few bucks, and felt good after a productive day.

Sunday was the ol’ online grind. I ran lol bad, like literally never had a chance in anything and my stacks all went straight downhill. I really don’t mind those days cause I’m done quick and didn’t do anything wrong and they make me giggle. I finished early enough to go to dinner and tried a new Italian place called Vinny’s. The waitress informed me that the 12 table dining room was owned by Vinny who is in the back cooking. He takes pride in his food and if it sounds good then it’s going to be good. She was right. Everything from the Louis Jadot 2008 pinot to the rigatoni I had was fantastic.

Hung out with the same crowd from Saturday night. We played a game of hearts and I got whipped, then I talked them into walking to Jonny’s for karaoke night. They accepted and I got Steve to walk to the bar instead of drive for the first time this winter. We had an absolutely awesome time. There was a moment when I looked around at the 30 or so faces in the place and every single one was super stoked. Good times. We walked home, I played mixed games online and won over $3k, enough to make the day a winner.

Monday it was snowy and I woke up late, completely unmotivated to leave the house. My knee has been acting up lately too and even though it was strong skiing last week I’m still nervous about it. I played a bunch of 1-2 and 2-4 6 max tables for a couple of hours winning a few hundred. Played xbox for a couple hours. Played the online grind that evening, lost in semi frustrating fashion, and played more xbox for the rest of the night.

I felt the same way Tuesday morning so basically repeated the process. Skipped the cash games for video games. Played the tournaments, ran terribly in the homestretch until I short stack ninja’d my way to a Razz final table with less than three big bets. After I found three low cards and a double up it was pure profit from there. I steamrolled my way through the final table to the win and recorded it live for Poker VT. I’m very pleased with how I played and how the video turned out. The win of $1700 was enough to make me a small winner on the day.

Walk to Jonny’s. PBR and pepperoni pizza. Then I start getting hit on by a chick who guides fly fishing trips. She’s rad and think’s I’m a little too rad and I have to tell her that I have a girlfriend and am not interested in anything romantic but would still like to go fishing and I can bring my cute housemate Steve who might be. She accepted, then said I have to go, and then I never saw her again. It turns out I could have used a pretend girlfriend a few minutes later when the dude that replaced her next to me started talking.

“Mumble, mumble.”
“What?”
“Mumble, mumble, mumble mumble ass?”
“… wat?”
He leans closer to me, “Mumble mumble mumble.”
“WHAT? I can’t hear you.”
“You have nice eyes.” He reaches both his arms out, strokes both my triceps, giggles, sheepishly shrugs his shoulders and leaves.

FML.

I love gay people. I don’t like them touching me in a fashion that implies desire.

He materializes a few minutes later on the opposite side, the only chair between me and the end of the bar. I deduce that he’s mustering up the courage to ask me straight up if I like butt sex, a question that I don’t want to face and a rejection that nobody likes to feel. I ignore him enough for him to get the idea that I’m not interested, thoroughly enjoyed watching replays of the hockey brawl, and then he left. A little while later he rubbed my back, leaned over my shoulder, told me that it’s not my fault, and left. Yeah, I understand man. He left me alone after that.

And then minutes later this dude named Zachariah replaced my squandered opportunity at free drinks and bought me a shot. This was after he found out that I used to be a whitewater guide, something that he still does, but now he does it “privately”. The Arkansas River is the most heavily rafted river in the country. There’s seventy some odd commercial whitewater companies in operation and new permits haven’t been issued in years. It’s unlikely that they ever will be, so if you want to charge people to go rafting you need to purchase a permit which are now worth a lot of money or do it on the down low, illegally.

The bummer about this is it makes it illegal for me to put together a group of friends, charge them all $50 to cover food, beer, use fees, trailers, and everything else needed to run a whitewater rafting trip. I don’t have to put any money in my pocket to make this illegal. Even if all the money goes to the cost of the trip, if one of my people tells a forest service person that they paid $50 for this trip, I’m going to jail and/or facing a big fine.

I think the policy is absurd for true private groups and more care should be taken to apply it only to the pirate companies that are trying to turn a profit. I’m not sure which of the two this dude is up to, but when he started giving me the pricing that he charges friends, friends’ friends, and randoms it made me think it might be the latter. I hope not cause he was a cool dude that I enjoyed chatting with and would like to go paddling with.

Oh, and I played some mixed games online. Won.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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Wednesday marked my journey back to Colorado. This involved being lazy and spending time with Cory for most of the day, then franticly packing and heading to John Wayne for my flight to Denver. I was delayed just long enough to miss the 9:30 shuttle heading up the hill so I had to wait for the 11pm. Three Hazed and Infused ales later I was on the shuttle, lost $1k playing 25-50 10-game sitting in the front seat while we drove through Denver, and had a bladder that wanted to pop by the time we started heading up the hill. I was dropped off first, Steve had arranged for my truck to be parked there, and I was hungry so I headed straight for Jonny G’s. A slice of pepperoni and a PBR later I felt welcomed home and happy. The smog of Los Angeles is so depressing, I can feel my spirit smile here in the mountains.

I ended up missing my cell phone that night. I emailed the shuttle people who replied in the morning saying that they did indeed have my phone. I picked that up in Silverthorne first, then headed to Safeway. First a venti white mocha from the Starbucks inside the market, then fresh meat and cheese from the deli, and then I walked by the donuts. One of those was going in my belly immediately. I chose the white cake with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. It was delicious. I picked up the rest of the usuals, Cheerios, 2% milk, sourdough bread, lettuce, and bananas.

I had to convince the checkout clerk that the blue paper on the bottom of my basket represented a donut and he should charge me for one. Third attempt was like, seriously, I picked out a donut and ate it already. Please charge me for one regular donut. I checked my PO box, it didn’t fill up in 4 weeks of absence. Feels sooo good. No bills, they’re all electronic and paid automatically now. All I got was two checks, the newest issue of Outside magazine, Wells Fargo informing me that I changed my address from the Commerce Casino back to my address in Colorado. Went to the bank to deposit checks. Went home, didn’t do shit for the rest of the day. It was fantastic.

Friday was much more exciting. I woke up to six fresh inches on the ground and more falling from the sky. I took my time getting ready knowing that I would be a bit rusty on my first day back. I was but not nearly as bad as I was expecting and had an excellent afternoon. By the time I had hit the slopes at Keystone the clouds had parted and it remained bluebird the rest of the day. On the way back home I was cruising down Hwy 6 along Lake Dillon, windows down, Ben Harper cranked, and past a cop. Within a second I looked at my speed, 64, and the speed limit sign that read 50. He immediately started rolling. FML. I won a $145 speeding ticket. Damn.

Went home, shoveled snow. Started with the bed of my truck which completely filled in the time I was gone. Then I moved to the pile of snow that accumulated in front of the my bedroom window blocking the view of Chief Mountain. I lost that battle, much of it being snow that melted enough to fall from the roof and then turn into ice overnight. At least I can see the top of one pine tree and some of the mountain now. I then shoveled my walkway which was no problem and unwound inside. Made a ham and salami sandwich on sourdough, finished West of Jesus: Surfing, Science, and the Origins of Belief, and started A Short History of Nearly Everything. I dug the former and am digging the latter. I started the evening session at 5pm, immediately got 125 bbs in playing 2-4nl with two kings running into two aces that didn’t win the pot. Sweet. I run way better in Colorado too.

I had an average session, profiting about a dime all from cash games. I busted my last tourney around 10pm and was jonesin’ to get out of the house. I showered and bundled up for a walk to Jonny’s, had a fantastic night talking to fantastic people, walked home, and won another two dimes playing three tables of 20-40 8-game and 1 25-50 10-game. It feels good to be home.

Peace and good luck,

Devo

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