Bullet Holes...

This month has been kind of tight on the old purse strings. To alleviate this pinch I went to Grand Junction to visit my friend Kyle who has been building his parents new house. The job was to hang sheet rock, aka, dry wall, on the ceiling of the house. This is probably one of the worst jobs, second to installing insulation, and staining decks a day laborer can land. The work was tough, carrying 8ft sheets of gypsum fireproof boards, humping them onto your head, climbing a ladder, holding the board with one hand, fish for a nail in your nail bags, grip your hammer, move the board into place, hold with one hand, nail with the other, and multiply that by 1000 square feet or so, and 9 hours flies by really fast.
To stretch our weary bones, the following day we did a morning jaunt to the Bullet Holes. A bouldering area frequented more by Hill-Billies and Meth-heads than dirt bag climbers. The rocks are great Dakota Sandstone (Clastic Sedimentary) riddled with bullet holes, lame graffiti, and a sea of broken bottles. Ideal conditions for climbing!

After climbing we went to the greatest store this side of I-70. Its called the Junque Man and junk is what this old timer has collected. The store is in heaps and piles, sorted by house goods, electronics, old magazines, motor parts, broken records, pee stained sleeping bags, bent forks and spoons, sweet belt buckles, worn boots, and years of old, missing, unwanted, glorious treasures. I walked away with a nice pair of cowboy boots, already broken in with dry wall stains, for only $5. Unreal the amount of time you could spend here, combing the bowls of this man's life long collection. Next time I visit Mecca I will bring my camera!