...&

...of Giant Wagons.



Josh came up for a visit. Almost won Spocompton (adorable local's name for this terrific town!) 80's trivia and made friends with an ex-meth cooker who was on parole and working at a bar populated only by us. Spokane isn't the best of times, but it certainly has it's flair. Our event goes down tomorrow, and aside from that Pacific Northwest Chill that's enveloped me since our arrival, it should be a pretty good rail jam.