Sanka, ya dead?

Well another adventurous weekend adventure to the town of Queen, aka Queentown. I Had to forgo my Friday departure with the Marys due to a really interesting and really entertaining accounting presentation I had to give Friday afternoon. I was thus destined to wait until Saturday afternoon for Gregory and Jbo to finish licking, kissing, and studying rocks, aka a geology field trip. So Saturday at precisely 5:00 PM we embarked on our adventure. After a nice drive with a few tinkle stops, we had made it to Queenstown. Now the adventure began. Fellow explorers Greg, Chris, Jbo and Dane, along with myself set off to enjoy the vivid nightlife of the Town of Queen. We went to some place that was very questionable, lots of men, very little women. Lots of men talking to other men, lots of men touching other men, like I said questionable. So we left there. We moved on to World Bar. Great place. Got lots of drinks out of tea pots, played some fools in pool for a tea pot, some how lost so we ran away with our tale between our legs, thankfully they forgot so we didn't have to pay. Jbo and Greg were tired from their long and stressful day of scratch and sniff rock stickers, so they went back to the car, to go to sleep, in the car. Dane Chris and myself, decided to live it up, we did. We went around to numerous clubs lookingfor a place to just have a blast, we ended up in Devajo, which I am told means under ground. We danced like weirdos just because and then we decided to to go back to world bar, it was quite lame round 2, so we decided to head back to the car to pitch our tent. So being that we are all adventures/ dont have a lot of money, we decided to pitch a tent instead of doing the logical thing and getting a hostile. We found a nice soft piece of land, in the middle of the Queenstown Rugby field and began the fateful adventure of putting together a tent. If you reference my previous post Adventuretown USA you would know that I have no idea how the hell to put up a tent. So drunk dark tent construction was quite a mess. Right about the time we finished constructing a tent, that had similar qualities to that of the tower of Pisa. We hear these dudes yelling at us. Their words went something like this.

Them: "What the hell are you guys doing?"

Us: "Pitching a tent, what the hell does it look like were doing?"

Them: "You'll be cold as fuck if you sleep in the

re."

Us: "Oh well."

Them: "Fuck that come sleep on our floor."

Us: "Ok!"

So we through the tent back in the car and followed our new friendly friends to their house where we then proceeded to fall asleep in their living room. I was again on the smallest of couchs i.e. mini couch. We were then awoken by some guy who obviously had no idea who we were or what we were doing there. I then answered "your friends found us in a tent, and told us to come crash on your floor." He then answered, "Oh, right, well guard the snowboards.," and then walked off as if it was completely normal for us to be there. So we rallied our troops left a thank you note to our new friends, and walked back to the car. We then piled into the n

ew hoss wagon, and made up to Cardrona, no problem for the previously owned 1995 subaru legacy. We then took cardrona by storm once

again. We hiked to the top and staked the mountain for america which as you can kind of see to the left I marked in pee. We then proceeded to hoss down some not super fresh freshies, made a few turns good time. The top of the mountain was really the goal, the powder was just a bonus. But to show you we actually made it here is a picture of me on a rock.

Well that's all for now. I have a real sweet video of our mountain top adventure that I will put up as soon as I can! So talk to you soon world. Trev is over and out.