The Motor City Machine Guns (Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley) bring us up to date on their recent camping trip and release of their new album.
Super Camping Part 2!!!!
Well, first off I must apologize for the somewhat misleading direction I sent the readers of this blog last week by emphasizing the bear turds that we slept around on night two. We settled down and camped, but there were no bear attacks even though we were all a little nervous. But hey, you're reading part two aren't you?
Day 3 - As the day began, we enjoyed some mini pancakes for breakfast (even with no butter or syrup they were some of the best I ever tasted) and packed up camp and we all sat down on a log bench and planned our next move. We were about 6 miles into the Hoh trail at this point, and we were contemplating hiking further in and spending the night in the Hoh again, and then hiking the entire distance back the next day. After some debate on what to do I suggested we just hike the 6 miles back and hit up one of the beaches on the coast and camp there for night 3. Everyone agreed and we were off on the 6 mile journey back to the vehicle at the trail head.
Leaving the night 2 camping area was quite the task as to get there we had to walk down a very steep hill covered with trees, prickers and all sorts of thick vegetation. To get out, we decided to find a different path, which wasn't a path at all. For about an hour we slowly made our own path through the thick, thick forest. We stuck to hiking through the very thick forest when we came to a giant fallen tree that we used to walk on top of, and it brought us right to the trail. Ding!
By the time we finally got back to the car, 6 miles with 50 lbs of gear strapped on our backs, I was very happy we didn't decide to go further into the trail and then hike the entire distance back the next day. That 6 miles was brutal. We asked one of the rangers for a suggestion on a good beach, and he suggested Second Beach. Sounds good, here we come.
We arrived and this place was amazing. A short trail, then climbing over a gigantic pile of driftwood/trees, and we were on a beach with a couple tall, rocky islands not far from shore, and the entire beach was closed off other than the trail by rocky cliffs. It was amazing to set up camp there and spend the rest of the day and night exploring the area. The tide was low, and we were able to walk out to two of the islands. Starfish and Horseshoe crabs were some of the life we observed. There is nothing like waking up on the beach, even if when you wake up there are a bunch of tourists walking around who were able to see the mess of beer cans/bottles we slept around. We didn't leave a trace though, everything was cleaned up thoroughly.
Day 4 - For our last day we planned on going to the hot springs for some rest and relaxation. The first "hot springs" we came to was nothing more than a man made pool that they pumped naturally warm water from underground into, and it was packed with people. No thank you. I don't need everyone to notice me cutting up carrots and onions into the water as the rest of my crew simmers... I meant sits there.
After some more searching, we came to a trail head on the side of a mountain that said .4 miles and decided to check it out and possibly camp there. So we loaded up, and quickly realized how difficult the journey back to the car would be, as this was .4 miles of zig zagging down the mountain. But it was totally worth it as there weren't any other people around, and we were right on the river with a nice patch of beachy sand to sleep on. About 50 yards away was the money shot, a giant, beautiful green waterfall. This was a fun place to explore at night also, and the stars were more clear on this night than I have ever seen.
Day 5 - We did it! Our last night in Olympic National Park. After the morning activities we packed up and walked .4 miles directly uphill on the trail back. It was more difficult than a flatter 6 miles, but satisfying after it was over. And on the ride back to Seattle, I think that was the most accurate description for the entire trip - satisfying.
Life is great! Enjoy it.
We made an album.
Not a photographical one, but a musical one. First things first, please check out our band, The High Crusade:
Now that blatant shills are out of the way, I'd like to scratch making an album from my bucket list. We started practicing about two years ago in this awesome studio outside of Ann Arbor, MI. Ann Arbor was where The Stooges were born. Those were days when progressive music was encouraged and auto tuning was unheard of, mostly because it didn't exist. I'd like to think we could have played with The Stooges if we had a time machine, but we don't. Instead, they played with the MC5, who were arguably the first punk band. Ever. Although, The Monks can make a claim to that too. I don't mean the 80s version of the Monks either.
So here's the thing: if you like garage rock or punk, you'd probably really like us. I kind of wish we were all five years older, because maybe then we would have released this album in the earlier part of the century when all sorts of bands were getting signed up because they shared the same sound we do. Turns out a lot of those bands were somewhat superficial. The Vines aren't really all that deep. Turns out some of those bands were anything but superficial. The Strokes are pretty deep.
Either way, what I'm after is non wrestling fans buying our album. That's because I know that lots of non wrestling fans read this. Nothing against wrestling fans, most are pretty cool guys who just dig action. But then there's some girls who are just sixes and sevens, man. Just nuts. Creepily nuts, I might add. Again, this is not ALL femme fans...I guess I really don't need to justify this, but whatever. I felt kind of bad typing it, but not bad enough to delete it, because there's some truth there.
I promise if you buy our album you'll really like at least three songs. Bet.