200th Post…

I started this blog back in October 2010 as part of a project for a journalism class I was taking at Northern Arizona University. Little did I know that I would gather such an incredible international following, continue blogging at all, or even enjoy it…To celebrate this milestone, I want to finish the story that started it all. The Jerome Jamboree Volkswagon Convention. Please check out the first two parts, Part One Here, and Part Two Here…The assignment was over and I moved on to other projects, but now, here is the dramatic conclusion…Some camp-stove coffee provided by one of my neighbors. To be completely honest, the rest of the story is kind of fuzzy in my head. Any notes I might have taken are lost to the ages, I did include some descriptive metadata with a few images that should help jog my memory; however, the rest of the story will have to be paraphrased…

Portrait of a miner. This gentleman works at the Gold King Mine Museum giving tours and gold panning demos.

This is Bob, Bob had bitch-tits. (read fight club). In reality…Bob is  from Las Cruces, N.M., showen here with Mother Maybell, his 1968 Volkswagon Bus. Bob has owned Mother Maybell for 10 years and lives the rest of the time in a GMC school bus named Walter Mitty.

I can’t remember this guys name or anything about him other than his appreciation for spray paint…

Circle one skateboard…

A few creative type portraits, ambient and flash mix…

Same…

Everyone had their own way of relaxing into the evening. Then the disco bus lit up…

What a night, some accommodations  were a little more ‘stark’ than others…

View from the top of Jerome into the Verde Valley. Getting home was not exactly as easy as I had imagined it would be. My thoughts…”There will be so many friendly people heading back to Flagstaff, anyone would be willing to give me a ride.” The reality…of the handfull of people actually going to Flagstaff, none were willing to take me with. Citing room concerns (all of which were bullshit), the dangers of giving a ride to a strange hitchhiker (also bullshit) and many gave no reason at all. Feeling somewhat disheartened, I eventually convinced a friendly, but not entirely eager older gentleman to take me with him back up the hill…

Well, that’s it. I have more or less completed the story that started it all. Hopefully, all my readers have enjoyed this journey as much as I have. Can’t wait for another 200 posts…