Mayonaise, Rednecks, and Booze; AKA North Idaho

Taylor used to live in a small town called Sandpoint, Idaho, so we stopped by on the way home to see her old crew. We stayed with these sucka fools:



Aaron, the shorter one, works at a bar in town, and we hung out there and drank some booze, even though it was closed. Just us listening to music, playing pool, and talking shit. The other fellow, who some call Josh, is a musician and all around good dude.

Aaron drives/lives in this vehicle. He has a thing for Mayo. He told us that he gave his van a paint job, and when we asked what color (before we saw it), Josh interjected with "I don't know...is embarrassing a color?" haha...witty, that one is.



We went on a cruise of Lake Pend Orielle with Aaron's dad Harv at the helm. Harv is one of Taylor's all time favorite people, just behind Rick Astley, Jeff Goldblum, and me. He's a cool dude with a bunch of cool stories, and totally lives the chill-out life. Think retirement, fishing, sailing, watching baseball, and skiing in the winter. Livin' the North Idaho dream.



Here's a good little chunk of Idaho. This "tervan" has had a misspelled sign for dozens of years. It fell into local folklore, and they decided to just keep it.