40 Miles. Not 38.
Below: Packs awaiting.
Below: Last ditch effort to sleep.
Below: Erika bundles up. For the robbery.
Below: How do hobos fit all of their things in one bandanna?
Below: The garbage bag gang.
Below: "You wont regret your decision to go hiking"
Below: Ben. Beards. Baller.
Below: C-c-c- Cut it Cut it!
Below: Early morning, sort of.
Below: Drifting through Devils Pass
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The Drifters
About Us
We are hobo drifters now, which means we live in the present (as opposed to the past). We are unemployed and homeless. No responsibilities. No obligations. No worries. Benificial to our future? Well... meh, not really. Potentially a really good time? Hells yeah.
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Clink lost the Chink
Currently Listening to
- Arcade Fire
- Cold War Kids
- Iron Maiden
- Citizen Cope
- Blue Scholars
- Jurassic 5
- The Trashmen
- Led Zeppelin
- Minus The Bear
- Thrice
- mewithoutYou
- Murder By Death
Blog Archive
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2009
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October
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- Free Taters for Out-of-Staters.
- Portland: rats, homeless people, and more
- Seattle is hip.
- The Gang Goes to Seattle
- Meeting the Huffmans
- Canada... Who Cares.
- O' Canada... You'd be well inclined not to mess wi...
- Will Jason Moffat Make it to Canada?
- The End of Tyranny
- Resurrection pass.
- 40 Miles. Not 38.
- Driver/Guides WTF?
- Introduction
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