I've been up to a lot this past June. Grab a barley pop, sit back and take it all in.
June 7th I told Mr. Cob to stick it. After his rig broke down in BFE the fit hit the san because a rescue wagon was issued. See my little hat back there on the luggage rack??
The removal of Mr. Cob's rig, which I shall forever call The Kracken (ya'll can ask him why), was interesting to say the least.
Back at camp I was freakin' Gnome-napped by this guy who thought it was all fun and games until Mr. Cob hunted both me and him down. I didn't want to spend my time w/these guys anyway. They kept knocking the Urals and I'm very, very fond of them. It's all fun and games until you pi$$ the gnome off.
After that show there was enough time for a quick pint and then send off.
Just saying good bye to my old seat:
I now live in Puyallup, Washington w/some gal named Tracy and a rig she calls WARCAT. I got to ride up front in the Jeep and got a bath when I got to my new home. I even spent my 1st night inside in the living room. I feel like royalty here. Word on the street is that she's going to try to get my boot fixed. Seems I have a big ol' hole in it (probably from kicking so much a$$).
The Jeep ride. Safety 3rd!
This is my new seat. What a view! Talk about calling shotgun!
I swear this girl does not sleep! The next weekend I was introduced to a ride group called The W ash. T.U.B. It stands for Washington Trails, Urals and Beer. I'm in!! They try to get together every month for a jaunt. June's ride was up towards Bellingham and down Chuckanut drive. Very pretty country I must say and lots of breweries. There were four Urals on this adventure (the 4th is behind that big ol' pick up truck).
I took a few trips into work before the following weekend where I ended up in Leavenworth. We were supposed to go off on a convoy w/some German Haflingers, that's why we were there, but it seems a hangover prevented the 9am muster (*cough* *cough* way to go ... TRACY!!). Instead we got a late start and headed for the Grand Coolie Dam which almost seemed like the better decision. Here are some photos from that weekend:
Here we are at Roslyn Brewery. That's Smelly Goat Boy's rig:
This is one of the rigs we were SUPPOSED to be hanging out w/that Saturday:
... and THIS is probably why we didn't make it on time:
LOTS of pretty places to stop and take photos:
DAM!
Hot as hell here but so pretty!
WAH-HOO!!!!!!!
Before we got home we needed to make a quick stop at a family member's house. While we were there I had a pint and a pusher was swapped out.
LAST weekend I ended up in Portland. Uraling from 5:30am - 1:30am. It was a fun filled day and this was the only photo captured (so there is no proof of the shenanigans that occurred):
So that's my month of June in a pint glass! I'm doing well, I'm very happy here and I'm excited to see how my time is spend w/WARCAT. I already have a feeling I won't get much sleep.
Until my next check in ... keep your beer cold and your Jerry can full. I'll be checking in again real soon.
Cheers.
WTF_Chuck
Dennis, "Ivan Rider" gave Chuck to me, I don't know if Chuck caused any mischief while riding with Dennis, if he did, I wasn't told about it. I am beginning to think that little creep works for Ilya just think of all the parts IMWA has sold to the folks who have offered this Troll in Gnome's clothing a ride. 
