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02/11/2025

That time I was managing a 33-acre h**p farm in Oregon and Jimmy got our Kubota buried in mud up to the axles…. That muck was so goopy it sucked the boots right off our feet. Chris almost got our smaller New Holland stuck in the goop trying to yank the Kubota out. I think we waited several days for the ground to dry out before we were able to finally extract that thing. I tell ya, every day was another misadventure, even during post-harvest. Stay tuned, ladies and gents, for more tales from MY CRAZY YEAR AS A H**P FARMER - this time in a visual medium.

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01/30/2025

It’s a double-header Saturday morning and Aspen is playing with the Pueblo Rangers Soccer Club. It’s her last season on the recreational team before making it on the competitive team. Cooper has a co-starring role in this one. He makes his debut as a referee for the league. Aspen is clearly tickled to have her big brother out on the pitch with her. Link to video in bio.

01/28/2025

It’s season two at Monarch Mountain. Cooper’s been in ski school and it’s really beginning to show. I can barely keep up with the kid. This is my second season riding after a ten-year hiatus living in Arkansas, and that’s definitely obvious - I think I catch an edge or two at the end:

https://youtu.be/FxkLISAoIZo

01/12/2025

This is what couples therapy looks like.

01/11/2025

McCarthy fell out while hu***ng into the bush. His legs were cramping. Dehydrated. Doc had to stick him with an IV. It was humid and the pungent smell of rotten cherry guava overpowers McCarthy’s sweat, which was about 80 proof.

Our company was heading into the jungle for a week, so the night before we left base, we raised some hell in the barracks. Massive amounts of cheap beer, Keystone Ice and Milwaukee’s Best, maybe a few slugs of Jim Beam, chain smoking Camels. It’s what we did. As long as you showed up the next morning squared-away in formation, no one cared how hard you raged the night before.

In this case, McCarthy made it a few miles down the road before keeling over. But ten minutes after the IV drip, McCarthy was back on his feet and we continued hu***ng into the gulches, catching up to Sergeant Goulet and the rest of the anti-tank squad.

01/01/2025

In June 1965, my granddad embarked on a road trip across West Texas, documenting it with Kodak slides that remained hidden for decades. I recently restored the images and was inspired to retrace the journey with my own family in 2024, where I rendezvoused with Uncle Skipper in Terlingua. I recorded our conversation as I showed the restored images to him. It was special because he hadn’t seen these images in almost sixty years. So, buckle up - we’re going back to 1965:

https://youtu.be/fnYKOGfeIY4

12/12/2024

Mono Hot Springs, California, 1992. Fresh out of high school, the summer before my hitch with Uncle Sam. A weekend in the Sierras I’ll never forget. Miah set up this shot of B-Load and me. I think those Coronas were pilfered from the pizzeria B-Load worked at in Fresno. Over several of those golden sodas by the campfire, B-Load blasted Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Alice In Chains, and Tool from his lifted Jeep while we howled underneath the Milky Way long into the night. What freedom! I would soon have it taken away in order to defend it.

10/30/2024

Dug into the vault and found a few shots from my Wolfhound days at the 25th Infantry Division circa 1993. Most are scenes from EIB training, there’s a shot of my platoon at KR4&5, Frost and ol’ What’s His Name in the back of a 2-ton truck, me carrying my M203 in a gulch, and me and my cousin while I was on leave in Houston. I was nineteen then. I was having a blast. I had my whole life in front of me and I knew it. I just had to survive another two years. I was already counting the days. But let me tell ya, I miss those days.

10/07/2024

Took the rest of the fam to see Stephen Wilson Jr. in Denver this past Thursday. It’s a night we will never forget. I could write another 5,000 words about it, and maybe I will and slap it on the blog, but suffice to say I was moved more at this show than the first. I hollered, cried, and sweat through my shirt - and this time I had the rest of my tribe with me. I can now say I took all my kids to their first concert - and it was SWJ. Stephen and the boys absolutely killed it and delivered another amazing performance, and they went out of their way to make it special for my kids. After the show, Julian gave Aspen his drumsticks and talked to her for a while, then Aspen and Cooper and Chels met Stephen, and he and I shared some encouraging words after he signed the kids’ VIP passes. A big win for this dad right here. Next time y’all roll through Colorado, Stephen Wilson Jr., we’ll be there!

10/03/2024

Last set of stills from MONTANA RENDEZVOUS. Time with old friends = Therapy for the soul. Link to video below:

https://youtu.be/-Azry5E1aEE

09/30/2024

A few stills from MONTANA RENDEZVOUS. Link to video below:

https://youtu.be/-Azry5E1aEE

Pearl Jam

09/19/2024

In August I headed up to Missoula, Montana, to see Pearl Jam with a few old friends: Jeremiah from Hawaii, Slater from New York, Jed from Bozeman, Frost from Billings, and Schuck from Idaho. We rallied at Jed’s old family cabin on Seeley Lake and everything was peaceful . . . until the day of the Pearl Jam show. Welcome to the next chapter in The Misadventures of Ford Granada:

https://youtu.be/aJnbH3EQMuE

09/13/2024

Selfie from the jungles of Hawaii circa 1993. Creating the next chapter of The Misadventures of Ford Granada has me searching the vault. I still remember the smell of sweaty leather inside that helmet.

09/02/2024

This is my old buddy Frost. If I remember correctly, I took this photo while on break during a live fire exercise at KR 4&5 somewhere on the 25th Infantry Division on Oahu, Hawaii, circa 1993. Frost and I haven’t seen each other since those Wolfhound days thirty years ago. Until we rendezvoused with a group of friends in Montana this past August. What a time. The stories we told and the discussions we had - not to mention the Pearl Jam show we went to in Missoula - I’ll never forget. “Therapy for the soul,” as Frost said. And now I finally know him as John. Stay tuned....

08/01/2024

Celebrating Independence Day 1958, my granddad took his family camping and documented it with his 8mm camera. They camped at Lake Travis and spent a day swimming and exploring Hamilton Pool. I recently restored the film:

https://youtu.be/LglQISqv7Sk

07/08/2024

Escape From Rampart Reservoir - the next chapter in The Misadventures of Ford Granada:

https://youtu.be/NZFaLr_ejPY

07/05/2024

A few stills from ESCAPE FROM RAMPART RESERVOIR, the next chapter in THE MISADVENTURES OF FORD GRANADA. Stay tuned.

06/23/2024

Ford Granada witnesses the ultimate crawfish chowdown at Crawdad Days in Harrison, Arkansas. Johnny Robin, the infamous crawdad-eating champion from Louisiana, attempts to set the record in the Guinness Book for the most crawdads eaten in one sitting:

https://youtu.be/NFisY7gIV-A

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