The East Coast Tour Continues

On the road again.

After our stay in Bow we woke up and drove to Waterville for Back to the Boneyard a contest being held by Pat Moore.

Shooting through the trees.

While setting up my tripod I heard a very familiar voice over the load speaker, I turned around and it was Matt Gormley my boss from three years ago when I worked at Stevens Pass. Apparently he had been flown out to the east coast by Pat Moore just for the contest. What a small world. After the contest we grabbed beers in the lodge, caught up and he introduced me to a few guys from Eastern Boarder.

Mutty and Gormley Reunite.

Sarka got another award for doing tricks. This time she won some ass wax.

Ass Wax.

After the contest Bridges insisted we go back to back to see who is taller (Bridges is a good 6 inches shorter than me). I humored him and then he farted on me. I guess he does that to everyone, its his joke.

We went to a hotel down by the village, but there was nobody at the front desk. Unable to find anyone who worked there, Mutty went into the back room and grabbed the keys to room 211. We pulled up the truck and unloaded all our gear into the room then went to dinner. After dinner Mutty did a great job diffusing one very confused and slightly angry concierge.

Humphreys and Sarka were beat from being on hill all day so they stayed in, but Jake, Mutty and I all went out to a bar in the village. Things started off quiet, but escalated quickly. While talking to T Bird, some drunken idiot climbed on our table and proclaimed he was Pat Moore's cousin. After being kicked out he came back again, again, and again. Bridges was being real civil about the matter, but Moore's cousin was looking for trouble. T Bird started calling him a "butt fucking faggot" and things got dicey.

I got punched in the camera, Mutty got a little violent, and this guy Baker "took care of him."

The next day we went to Loon to shoot Last Call, another contest. Despite perfect weather, we got no shots and the day was kind of a bust. But not as bust as Scotty's left hand. He fell on it last run of the day.

Scotty giving the thumbs up with a broken hand.

To celebrate Scotty's misfortune we got burritos with his cousin Mike.

Cousins.

Mike reminds me a lot of my good friend from back home, Trevor. They've got a similar style.

After the hospital and dinner we were greeted at Scotty's house by the rest of the team, two cases of beer, and a Party bus. D Man, a friend of Scottys and self proclaimed Turtle (entourage character) of the group drove us to the New Hampshire gentlemens club called Tens. Scotty was all over a hot Brazilian stripper, D Man looked at home, and Jake had to be forced into a lap dance.

Jake and I are getting into the swing of things, but man these kids live crazy lives. I'm gonna be beat after this month.

In other news, the trailer for Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are finally came out and it is amazing. My friend Steven pointed out some similarity to the short I worked on last year, Peter.

Where the Wild Things Are

Peter