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 ince leaving Frankfort on Wednesday morning I've been running non-stop with a load to the Seattle area. While the amount of ground I can cover with a student is always mind-boggling to me, some times I still amaze myself with how much ground I can cover on my own.
 I had a short day yesterday though. I got to the Seattle area around noon and didn't have to deliver until 08:00 today. It'll be another short day today as well, as I just have to drive back across Washington to deliver in Spokane in the morning.
I have a fondness for creating and maintaing lists and I've been using LiveJournal as a place to warehouse them in case anyone else would be interested in seeing it. A couple of weeks ago, I began what is probably my most ambitious list to-date. I humbly present: Every movie I've ever seenFor the record, it currently contains 1,138 films and I estimate it's probably 80%-90% complete. The only criteria for inclusion was that it must be feature-length and non-porn. As a side note, this on-line alphabetizer is really fucking cool.
Summer's almost over. Some people mark today as the last day of summer proper. I guess I better get to posting these last couple of gams photos I have. Here's ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) troubleagain. For some reason, I find these sneaky office photos particularly enticing. There oughta be a whole website of office snapshots of ladies legs, if there isn't one already.  | |
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 om surprised me and opted to get off the truck yesterday and fly home from Laredo, something about a limited window of opportunity for seeing his daughter this weekend and he wanted to be sure he was home for it. So I'm solo for the moment, but there's a good chance I could snag a new student in Dallas this afternoon since it looks like I'll be sitting here until this evening.
 s per my daily routine of late, I made the requisite phone calls to my real estate agent and the lending agent. We're trying to schedule a time for the closing this Friday afternoon. It was beginning to look like we were all set to stick a fork in this puppy then I get word today that no one seems to have the deed to the property. Um, what? This is a foreclosure property, being sold by the bank who holds the old mortgage. Why would they put a house on the market they don't even have the title for or not have taken the steps necessary to procure a new one before doing so? Grrrr. At the moment, it's unsure how long this will take with only 72 hours left to go 'til closing, I fear this is going to delay things. The question is how long?
 h fine, have some gams; a display of ink from oberonia.
 his afternoon for lunch I had my first experience with Whataburger. Good stuff. As far as major regional burger joints go, this only leaves Fatburger on my list to try. Unless there's something I'm forgetting. I'll likely not get loaded until this evening, so I've been max'n and relax'n, listening to some Sonic Youth with Sally. I think I'll fire-up the DVD player and watch Seven Samurai, a long over-due complement to my viewing of The Magnificent Seven several weeks ago. | |
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nother photo from this year's meager SHOW US YOUR GAMS collection, rampantchaos78 gets kinky for us.
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 esterday I acquired a new student. His name is Gary and he hails from a small town in upstate New York near Binghamton. He's a young guy, 21, tall and lanky. I'll try and grab a picture of him in the near future. Prior to stepping on my truck yesterday morning, he had only been to five of these United States (NY/PA/OH/IN/IL). In the past 36 hours, we've added 7 more. I love getting the guys who haven't travelled very much. The vicarious pleasure of their excitement is always enjoyable. Hopefully we'll get to the west coast during his time with me. That usually blows the east coast dude's minds.
When I separated from my ex-wife a number of years ago, I almost immediately began to consort with a young lady with whom I worked. We dated and cohabitated, with varying degrees of happiness, sordidness, and drama. When we called it quits, we struggled to maintain the friendship which had been the foundation of our love affair. Due to our intimacy from being romantically involved, we had a bond, trust, and closeness with one another which we both cherished and wanted to maintain, even though we mutually acknowledged that we didn't make the greatest couple in the world. Five years later, however, we still count each other as the greatest of friends. I was even the "maid of honor" at her wedding.
A couple of weeks ago, she began a LiveJournal, filling it with thoughts and stories from her experiences as a wife, mother, family historian, non-traditional college student, and odd-jobber extraordinaire. With her busy life, she finds little time for social activities and craves adult interaction. So far, she's had a blast interacting with me and Welf but I'm sure she'd love to make some more LJ friends. You can find her journal over at aloneinky, which come to think of it would've been a great user name for me, although in her case the KY stands for Kentucky.
No, I haven't forgotten about gams. It's just that I only have three photos left because no one is sending me any! These gams come to you courtesy of the_fishery, reprising a photo similar to the one she submitted last year, though this one is a lot more fun.
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n a daily basis I receive no less than 3 or 4 emails suggesting ways to increase the size of my penis. These emails stop at nothing, from suggesting that girls lie when they say that size doesn't matter to showing pictures of a woman holding a ridiculously large shlong in her hand and making an "Ooooooh" face like she just opened the greatest present ever. The increasing frequency with which I receive these emails is becoming so much that it's not enough to simply ignore them any longer. So please, lossfound, could you ask your mom to stop sending them? They are quite a nuisance and it's not really my problem that she has a problem finding a large enough organ to sufficiently fill that cathedral.
How about some gams? These belong to kcsusie.
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 hile being loaded at an apparel warehouse in El Paso, Jim and I walked across the street to Ernie's Cafe where I had the most superfluous plate of huevos rancheros. Once they've finished loading we're heading for Gallatin, TN which turns my trip map into one big circle. We should be there by tomorrow evening.
Gams! Gams! Gams! You want 'em, we got 'em! This photo comes to you courtesy of the lovely ladydreamfire.  I still want more. C'mon, SHOW US YOUR GAMS!
Finally, let's dust off ye olde comment stats meme. I haven't done it since March. Top Commenters on soopageek's LiveJournal(Of users in friends list)( 11-100 )
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s threatened promised yesterday, you get to gander at my legs. For those of you who may not have been around last year when I did it for the first time, here's a little trip down memory lane. If you want to know the reason why I did this last year, here it is.
I had a lot of fun with this last year and I think some of you did, too, whether as participants or simply voyeurs. SHOW US YOUR GAMS isn't a competition but a challenge to show a little harmless skin and be creative. Last year there were all sort of photos: candid shots at work and home, art photos, humorous poses, playful, sexy, erotic. It was... exactly what I was looking for; a varietyof styles and ideas as different and unique as the people who made them. This year I'm hoping for the same. I'm hoping to see some repeat participants from last year, and I'm hoping to see some more of you take-on the challenge who may have been shy about it. While this challenge was born out of my love for lady's legs, it's not about who has the greatest legs and it's certainly not limited to the ladies. It's about maybe stepping a little outside of your regular comfort zone one time out of the year for a little fun.
Feel free to email your photos to show.us.your.gams@soopageek.com. Be sure to tell me whether or not you would like them posted publicly or friends-only. Also feel free to invite any of YOUR friends to participate.
If you happened to click the first link above, or have my photos from last year forever burned into your memory, then you know that as a measure of good faith, I do exactly what I'm asking of you. I have my own body issues and certainly don't think anyone is interested in seeing my pasty, hairy legs. But it's in the spirit of SHOW US YOUR GAMS that I present mine and I hope that you'll return the favor.
I was feeling rather saucy the afternoon that Welf and I were taking pictures a couple of weeks ago. After watching her mug for the camera for a couple of hours, I decided to show her what *I* was work'n with when she took over the camera and proceeded to give her a strip tease.
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 y current student, Dave, has decided to join the LiveJournal community. He's been writing and posting photos over at daveb78437 the past few days. I know some of you enjoy this sort of thing, especially since I haven't been very faithful about reporting from the road during my ongoing battle with LJ boredom. So, check it out if you're interested.
We're well rested from a weekend in Frankfort and back on the road. Last night, welfy and I took Dave on a driving tour of our fair burg and topped off the night with hot browns all around at Gibby's. We'll be back in ten days for what looks to be a busy and fun-filled weekend: Nashville Pussy on Friday the 4th, Derby festivities on the 5th, and talk of exploring an abandoned site on the 6th.
Tomorrow, though, begins another fun-filled experience... the return of SHOW US YOUR GAMS. And yes, I already have my pictures. You might want to stay away from your f-list tomorrow if you have sensitive eyes.
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 've known yourtourniquet as a livejournal.friend for over two years now, and I count her journal among my very favorites, in fact I've gushed about it in the past somewhat publicly. This past weekend, I was afforded the chance to meet her for the first time and meet the woman behind the words of her journal and the lens of her camera. When I began the SHOW US YOUR GAMS challenge, she was one of the earliest submissions; but I've been holding onto it for last. While I've loved each and every photo I've received, this just has... everything. It has a pretty girl with nice legs; it must be nice when you can be your own model! The subject is stylishly presented in a manner which is evocative and suggestive, just bordering on erotic, without being trashy or tasteless. She made great use of less than ideal lighting in a unique location and nailed the composition. I could enumerate the reasons I love this photo all day long, but I'll reduce my blathering and get to the photo save one more thing.
I'd like to point out something in the photograph you might miss with just a cursory glance. A thread through much of Patty's photographs of people, whether it be of herself or other people is that they are almost always doing something interesting with their hands. Consider 4 of her 6 LiveJournal user pics:
   
The following photo continues in this tradition. I'm going to put it behind a cut due to it's (very mildly) erotic nature. There is no nudity outside of what you would see at the pool or beach, but given the strength of this photo, it would definitely turn some heads in the workplace that you might not want turned. I also wanted to kinda have it REVEALED after you read the introduction. This has been a lot of fun, and no doubt will become an annual summer event 'round here. I posted a total of 38 photos over the course of the summer thanks to you. If you'd like a one-stop place to see them all again, you can just follow this handy-dandy link to my LiveJournal Scrapbook. My thanks to everyone who participated.
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 he new week has started with a trip to the Big Apple. We drove all night and hit the GW Bridge at 8am. Lovely. We got our delivery over to JFK and I'm currently waiting to be loaded with my next one, heading for Houston by Friday morning. This is how I like to run. Steve has been progressing nicely and I should have him all finished in under three weeks. I think he's having reservations about it though. After watching me navigate the streets of Queens around JFK this morning, he said "I don't think I could ever do this."
There was a sincerity in his voice that couldn't be ignored. I tried to tell him that it's something that comes with experience, and that as a new driver, his dispatcher would not likely throw him to the proverbial wolves in a place like NYC until he had more experience under his belt, and that if he did, that he was an idiot.
'm nearing the end of my little legs festival, with only two photos to go. While I''ve loved each and every photo I've received, these two edged out all the others as my favorites. One thing that I've found interesting about the whole thing is the variation in presentation. Who knew there were so many different ways to do what was, on the surface, just a simple request; SHOW US YOUR GAMS. The photos began with my own humorous faux glamour shots, to candid, playful, cute, sexy, erotic, and everything in between. Today, we've come full circle. Today I give you the gams of tpbrcombo.
He can rock a skirt like nobody's bidness.
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  ong time, no type LiveJournalers! I haven't had much to report and have been working my butt off the past two weeks. When do I ever go more than a week without posting? And no one NUDGED ME! I.. I'm just beside myself with heartache and contempt.
I had to break the silence though because I'm excited about a new feature the good folks at LJ are implementing, one I've been wanting for a while. It's currently being tested by Permanent Member accounts, but will be a basic feature to everyone in a few weeks. You will be able to track the comments to an entry, or even a particular thread, in your friends journals and communities, by way of e-mail notification. That way you are alerted when anyone jumps into the conversation anywhere in the post/thread, and not just when they reply to you. It's about time.
Another LJ curiosity I'd like to report is a milestone for my journal. I had planned to make a big deal over the first person who commented on this entry, as it would've been my 10,000th comment, but then I got an anonymous comment to an old photo entry from back in the spring and that kinda ruined it. But whoever comments first I guess will be the 10,001st. so... yay!
 he butt working-off has come in the form of lots and lots of miles, to the tune of over 9,000 in the past 10 days. I should get home tonight or tomorrow morning and return to my dear Welf. Her pal and our mutual livejournal.friend erebrandir is going to be coming in from Alabama to spend a few days with us. The three of us have plans to meet-up with yourtourniquet in Newport on Saturday night to see Emo Phillips perform. I got to see him a few years ago in Lexington and look forward to seeing him again. While you certainly can appreciate his humor on a TV screen, there's no substitute for his stage presence. For one, the dude is HUGE. At least, he's a lot bigger than you expect. And then there's the heavy mouth breathing and the spastic body language coupled with the sing-song delivery. For my money, Emo is probably one of the top ten stand-up comedians EVER.period. It should be awesome, and I'll finally have an opportunity to buy yourtourniquet that shot of whiskey I promised her so long ago.
 finally saw Casablanca for the first time. I had seen scenes from it countless times or seen/heard it referenced and parodied even more than that. Despite this, after watching it entirely and investing in the story and the characters, I still teared up just a little bit during the final scene at the airport with Bogart and Bergman. I guess this makes me a pussy or something. Peter Lorre was deliciously weird as usual, but I wish he had had some more screen time. I also have been continuing with my Hitchcock immersion, and by chance, I recently watched Notorious, also with Ingrid Bergman just before Casablanca. I've become rather smitten with her. Anyone know of any other good Ingrid Bergman films I should check out?
es, yes, I know, you skimmed all that useless stuff above and came straight to the gams. These dandies belong to insignificantxx.
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  fter spending nearly an entire day doing virtually nothing in St. Louis, Steve and I picked up a load in Salem, Illinois bound for Laredo, Texas where it most likely is later headed for Mexico. Laredo is a bustling border town, that over the past decade or so has grown exponentially to accommodate the boom in shipping between the U.S. and our southern neighbor. Between the massive amount of shipping, the seediness of Nuevo Laredo on the other-side of the river (no doubt with a teeming red light district lined with $20 street hookers), and the pervasive presence of law enforcement of every stripe, it feels like Mos Eisley on Tatooine.
I feel like Han Solo, you're Chewie, she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked up bar!
Which reminds me, I need to go see Clerks II as well as Pirates in the very near future.
don't remember dreams very often which is always a source of envy for me for those of you who do. Yesterday, I slept for a few hours while Steve was driving and awoke from a very vivid dream involving friends in Omaha. Now, with the exception of meeting navygreen and her family a couple of months ago, I don't know anyone in the Omaha area. In the dream though, these were very good friends who I cared a lot for, and I was visiting them for the umpteenth time and there was a feeling of history and back story.
And when I woke up, I felt this huge feeling of loss. I wanted to know these people and for them to be real. Then I began pondering about my subconscious. Maybe I have this rich, alternate-reality life in my subconscious that I only visit when sleeping but I'd have no way of knowing since I don't remember them. Maybe we all do; only remembering the really bizarre parts of the dream because they're so foreign to this reality. This of course led to thinking about the nature of reality and that old chestnut, what is real? That whole Matrix notion of reality being a product of the mind. Is it any less real because it's only a dream? And what about psychotics? Schizophrenics? Maybe they have an ability to relate with the personalities and people of dream reality while awake, a la John Nash in A Beautiful Mind. Maybe they're not crazy, just wired differently.
ately, I've fallen out of love with LiveJournal. There's no particular reason that I can associate with this malaise so I'm attributing it to one of two things: either it's just a phase which I'll snap out of or it's just my typical time line for boredom with all things computer/internet, which is about 3-5 years. In the late 80's, it was local electronic BBS. In the early 90's, it was internet-based MUD games. In the late 90's, IRC and the early aughts it's been LiveJournal. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon and I hope it's only a phase. My current internet obsession has become Conquer Club. Dork that I am, I even bought a premium membership for the low, low price of $20 annually so that I can play unlimited simultaneous games. I've always loved playing Risk, and lately that love has been intense, playing both at Conquer Club as well as a Risk CD-ROM I've owned and enjoyed for many, many years. I don't know if anyone else on my f-list is a Risk player, but if you are I highly recommend checking the site out. If you do and wanna play, send me a message and we'll play together.
've still got gams to share. These belong to shaden.
Barring any late submissions, I have my two favorite photos left to go. Look out!
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his morning I picked-up a new student in Omaha. His name is Steven, an older guy in his early 50's. He's been driving for about an hour now and is doing awesome. He's doing well on the open road driving and from what little I saw of his turning and shifting abilities when we took-off from the truckstop, I think he'll develop rather quickly. I'll try and grab a picture of him sometime over the weekend. He's fresh out of trucking school and doesn't plan to take his mid-training Paid Time Off, so I should have him for the duration of his training. I haven't done a complete training of anyone since Russell, and that was back around Halloween. We're making a short run to Kansas City this afternoon to drop a trailer, after which I'm sure we'll be on our way elsewhere.
n the home-front, the landlord finished installing the new carpet in the basement which means I was able to start putting things into The Guy Room. It needs a better name than that. The Lair? The Den O' Sin? Fortress of Solitude? Maybe something will seem more appropriate once it begins to acquire charm and character. Right now it's still rather bare. I put a futon in there, my groovy coffee table and The Big Ass Ashtray.  Welf took a snapshot of me enjoying my handiwork, although the lighting doesn't really do justice to the grooviness of the table.
oday's gams: the lovely and mysterious ninjalicious.
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  or those of you who read welfy's journal, you'll recognize this photo. She found this a few weeks ago at a flea/antique/peddler/consignment shop and was so amused by it that she took a photo. I was on the road when this occurred, and upon seeing the picture in her journal, I was shocked to learn that she hadn't plunked down the $9.95 necessary to obtain this quality print of fantastic art.
Naturally, I rectified the situation this morning. It will be one of the first decorations to be hung in "the guy room." The landlord has almost finished laying the new carpet in the basement so I'm hoping that I will be able to start putting things in there next time I'm home. I also bought a nice, sturdy coffee table for the basement that's painted a groovy shade of avocado green; a steal at $18. I might repaint it, but at the moment, I'm thinking... naaahhhh.
keep getting the occasional last-minute gams submission. This coupled with my infrequent posting of late means, I might actually cover most of the summer with this gag. These come to you courtesy of hillarygayle who recently had a "girl's day" out, which included a pedicure.
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 rolled into Blaine, WA Sunday morning around 7am and dropped the trailer at its destination. I turned around and headed back down I-5 for the small town of Pacific just outside Tacoma where Werner has another drop yard and picked-up a loaded trailer there. This took all of a couple of hours. It's destination? Fifty miles away in Mukilteo, just north of Seattle.... for an 8am delivery on Monday. Basically, I've had the entire day off. If there's one thing about working in the general 48 states division that I don't like, it's that it seems to be about a 50/50 shot that you're actually working on the weekends that you're on the road.
When I first began working 48-states, my dispatcher was a bit unreceptive to the idea of me taking off every other weekend, not that he really has any say in the matter. Since I'm an owner-operator, he really hasn't much say in these things; I take off when I want to take off and come back to work when I want to come back to work. He told me that he wanted to make sure that I was getting enough miles and that most O/O's are constantly complaining about not getting enough miles. I don't see any point in staying out for 3-4 weeks at a shot just to be sitting on the road somewhere because there's no freight or because I'm out of hours on my 70. I'd much rather do that at home.
Still no student. I had one pre-assigned to me that I was to pick-up on my way through Omaha last week, but he was waiting on some meds to be shipped to him and he wasn't expecting them until the next day. It's a shame, too, because he was already at the halfway mark of his training and would've been a breeze to finish-off. They didn't have any others for me, so I continued west by myself. Perhaps I can acquire one in Portland if I head-out of the northwest that way, or possibly in Omaha on the return trip.
fter today's offering of gams, and barring any more late submissions, I have two photos to go. If you've been meaning to do this and keep putting it off, get me some pics quick! The following photo was sent along with a comment announcing that they had added me, yet another mutual friend as a result of the Soopawelf. So these legs belong to a new friend, Miss angabel.
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got up at 6am and made myself available for a load. It was 10:30 before they assigned me one, and it won't be ready to pickup until 4pm this afternoon in Hebron, KY headed for Blaine, WA. That gives me a few hours to kill today. I have the house to myself; welfy began her first day of work at Rebecca Ruth. I thought about driving downtown around lunchtime to surprise her, but then I remembered, "Duhhh, big truck."
So the plan is to have a couple more cups of tea, maybe a bowl of cereal, and to write a proper final chapter to my Tatham Springs Hotel series with the photos from my recent visit there.
 ne of the things that amuses me about cohabitation with a new person is all the teensy differences in housekeeping that occur. There is no right or wrong way, just the way you learned to keep your home from your parents, or from previous cohabitants, or from trial and error on your own. Most of these things I don't give a second thought. One of the consequences of my years spent in the restaurant industry is that I am picky about the kitchen, but not to the point of caring so much that it would come to fisticuffs. The thing which drives me up the wall for some weird reason though, is laundry folding. It doesn't irk me to the point of being angry or demanding, but it bothers me in a manner where I find myself refolding things because it's not to my liking. Take for instance, socks. They way I fold socks is the way I learned it from my mother; you fold the top of one of the socks outside-in over the other and roll it down just past the heel, leaving the foot portion of the sock to dangle. This is the correct and proper way to fold socks, because it is MOM APPROVED.
My ex-wife went to one extreme, completely rolling the entire pair of socks into the elastic portion of the sock. Obviously, this causes undue stress of the elastic portion of the sock, which could result in unwanted sock slippage at an inappropriate moment.
Notice I said ex wife.
Welf goes to the other extreme. She tucks just a small portion of the upper sock outside-in, leaving the foot, heel, and calf of the sock outside of the roll. While this is much better for the sock than my ex wife's ball of destruction, it causes another problem; there's just not enough holding the sock-pair together.
I'm afraid they're going to come apart. It's hard enough not losing one sock in the dryer. Stephen Hawking should be looking for wormholes in the modern dryer; he's more likely to find one and the lint is fun to play with.
Then there's T-shirts. I just fold them in half the long way, then fold them over. Sometimes I tuck the sleeve into the fold, sometimes I don't. Welf does this really tiny fold. If the Rebecca Ruth thing doesn't work out, she's got a bright future at The Gap. Honestly, I don't care how a T-shirt is folded. The compulsion to refold them doesn't come from being opposed to the fold, but because now they don't match the way the rest of my shirts are folded. Got OCD?
 an't get enough of them legs! These belong to a new livejournal.friend, just made within the past couple of weeks. Judging from a recent entry she made, stillimage's 17th birthday is later this month, making these jail bait gams. She admits to having a sock obsession (although not the same type from which I apparently suffer), which made for a fun picture.
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got home Saturday night around 6:30pm. Some tentative socializing plans become quickly solid and real when pushmearound and drummerville showed up with supplies for making home-made sushi, with mairondil in tow. We quickly invited goingincirclez and mix3d3m0ti0n5 over to the festivities. A PS2 had been brought along and we played Guitar Hero for most of the evening while gobbling sushi and having good times in general.
On Sunday, welfy and I laid about the house for most of the day. Later in the evening, we went on a casing expedition with goingincirclez for a potential photographic excursion. Still later, we made a brief visit to my parents to retrieve some computer parts of mine which were still there. Upon returning home late that night, plans were finalized for our photographic expedition and bright and early Monday morning, our wheel-man mix3d3m0ti0n5 dropped me, Welf, and GIC at the site.
That's right. An entire, completely abandoned bourbon whiskey distillery. We had Mrs. GIC drop us off because the location, while not terribly secure, was flanked by an active whiskey warehousing property operated by Jim Beam on a portion of the former Old Crow property, as well as a lot of nosy local residents. Parking a car anywhere near there would draw way too much attention. So with backpacks filled with bottled water and food, we set-off on foot from the drop point and found a breach in the fence line. The best we could deduce from the evidence there, it was still used for warehousing as late as the early 90's, but actual distilling of spirits at this location probably ceased sometime in the early-to-mid 80's. In addition to the main distillery building, we had access to four warehouses, three company residential buildings, and a handful of other auxiliary industrial buildings and structures. The three of us spent over 7 hours exploring the site and taking photos.
While I'm sure that I will write a formal entry with photos at some later date, for now, if you're interested in looking through them, the 477 photos I came away from the property with are online in my photo gallery.
'm still getting pictures of gams sent to me, which I LOVE. In commemoration of our little sushi party the other night, here are the legs of mairondil that was sent to me earlier in the week.
As well as a photo of drummerville's gams that we cajoled him into Saturday night.
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