| Mt Hood, flying down from Portland
      to SF |  | 
  
    | Almost Fuji-like |  | 
  
    | After an escapade involving some
      dodgy geezer explaining to us how we have to endure the "road to
      hades", we make it on the famed houseboat |  | 
  
    | Alex, doing his impression of a
      Central Asian on a platform in Kazakhstan |  | 
  
    | Blakely & Katie |  | 
  
    | Moored up in what I believe is
      termed a gulch |  | 
  
    | Slate competition ... Brett
      shakes off his reputation as lazy fat knacker |  | 
  
    | Liv & Jim |  | 
  
    | Jim brews up some delicious
      concoction entitled "Jungle Juice" |  | 
  
    | The gulch is a natural
      amphitheatre |  | 
  
    | Looks tranquil... |  | 
  
    | Battling the raging current, Katie assists me back to the safety of the boat |  | 
  
    | Manoeuvring the houseboat is not
      a job for anyone |  | 
  
    | It requires skill, precision and
      dedication |  | 
  
    | Tim's  Tarzan approach
      combines Braun and bravado... leading to |  | 
  
    | The beach where Jim & I are
      stranded. Had he been alive, Daniel Defoe would surely have been moved to
      comment/put out a dodgy novel |  | 
  
    | Lavvly Liv |  | 
  
    | Katie sets the tone for the
      evening |  | 
  
    | Brett reveals his dreams of being
      a French hairstylist (Liv obliges) |  | 
  
    | KatieA and 'Fish' are hp to be
      there |  | 
  
    | Liv preaches the benefits of |  | 
  
    | Hmmn...there seems to be on leg
      too many in this pic |  | 
  
    | Katie & son frere |  | 
  
    | Bit of bonding with 
      Sacramento Elvis-loving waster, Brett |  | 
  
    | Wash Park Grille, Thursday neet
      with Becky, Bitsy, Cathy & Shawna |  | 
  
    | Bitsy takes a turrn for the
      worse... |  |