We busted up on the north shore this week with the Reeds.
B-Rad and I took some time to do some route finding (read: trespassing) for the Gravel Conspiracy. We got skunked on the first day, but managed to feed some of the locals
|Avoiding the traffic|
|If a tree falls on a goat peeing in the woods, does it make a sound?|
|Eastcoast Bad Goat approved|
|Hey there lil buddy|
|The ambulatory grommets|
|Bringing the ruckus|