First of all, I will add pics very soon. Now here's what's been happening.
After many, many, many miles, we have safely returned to Colorado.  Staying at Mike's house, which is beautiful, feels like a five-star resort after so many nights rolling 5-7 people deep in a short bus.  Farts floating from hammock to hammock, beer cans rolling around the whiskey flavored floor, and one dog re-learning to walk at seventy mile and hour. 
While the traveling has been hard, the people have been great.  Missoula, was fun, got to see all sorts of fun dealings on the street.  Billings was great, best beer I've had on this trip hands down goes to Yellowstone Brewery there.  Thanks go to everyone there. 
Moscow Idaho, great time to, although for me the the specifics of the night ring a little hazy. 
And of course, THE BIT in Seatle, was the friendliest rowdiest bunch of rock n' rollers I've ever met.  We showed up a day early, road weary with nowhere to go, when they told us to go up stairs and crash for a couple of days.  Without their help Seatle would have been a much different more streety type of experience. Thanks to them and all the bands that played that night, you were all fucking rockin. 
In Tacoma we had the pleasure of meeting up with one of Hutchinson's proudest sons, Nobel.  Him and his wife Melissa were so hospitable and their kids were fun.  Lots of good concersation happened in that basement. 
Now on to Danny, while I can't go into the details of this feast/whiskey fest, due to national security reasons, I can say we had a great time. We hope they did too.
In Eugene we discovered that half of Lawrence has moved there. We radomly found Wes, who gave us directions to a nice swimming hole.  Of course, no one expected to run into Joe and Layla down there, but low and behold.  The next day, Mike Self, himself, took us to Dexter frisbee golf course, which is the most amazing course I've ever seen.  Make no mistake, there will be pics. 
The next two days, were interesting. Trainwreck told us he lived around North Bend, so we booked a show in Bend, a town 5 hours north of north bend. While Bend was a fine time, Myrtle Point was amazing.  Started the day of in a nice crystal clear creek trying to catch crawdads.  Not much luck really.  So on to the show at the Loggers Den we were greated by a stranger proclaiming, "I am a female vocalist that would love to come sing Shania Twain with you." I held my laughter, but alas she was none to appreciative of our music.  Everyone else, save the local police, ate it up, and we will surely be back there soon.  
Then we drove 30 straight hours back to Leadville.  We play 320 South in  Breckenridge tonight and a bunch of Phish aftershows the rest of the week.  Before heading down to New Mexico and on to Harvest Fest in Arkansas. 
Thanks to everyone that has made this trip possible and we miss all ya'll back at home.

 much love
punchy

Lightning and Lazer rocked harder than any poor soul we have ever been witness to.  The two in the the picture are national air guitarist and professional lead solo finger pointers. Not to mention the pants pissing.  Our kind of people. These two saints among men reside in Trinidad Colorado, the sex change capitol of the world, and we would like to say thanks. 
Anyways, the tour has been an adventure to say the least.  With an average of two break-downs a day for the first five days we were forced to spend a few extra days in Ft. Collins at the prestigious budget motel, which was lovely.  
We had the privilege of meeting up with the Calamity Cubes in Cheyenne Wy. at a pleasantly christian coffee shop.  Unfortunately we had more bus problems and were thankfully forced to cancel our christian show. So back to Ft. Collins we head for a spell at Houdi's Half Note for a dangerously drunk night with the Cubes.
Since then we have been kicked out of a bar for hopping a rot-iron fence, argued plentifully, gotten all wide eyed all over the place and rocked the hell out of the Yellowstone Valley Brewery(dankest of beers so far).  
Now we head to Idaho before heading to Seattle.  Thanks to everyone so far and we miss all of you
Punchy

I found this on a website for a resort called Dead Man Flats in Canada somewhere, but it seems about right, so we'll make it our story too.

Dead Man Flats:
What's in a
name?
By Merrily K. Aubrey
Not every geographical name has a definitive origin, and Dead Man Flats is one such example.
One story behind the origin of the name Dead Man Flats arises from an incident where two or three Aboriginal people were trapping beaver in the area. At the time, the area was part of the Rocky Mountain National Park (later Banff) whose boundary extended as far as Canmore in those days. The trappers spied the park warden approaching them, and knew there was no time to escape.
They quickly smeared themselves with beaver blood and played dead. When the warden ran for help, they arose and took their beaver pelts home. This story is suspect because no evidence is found in reports of the park wardens, nor does the name appear in a study of Nakoda (Stoney) names in the area. The other story of origin version stems from a grisly incident in the early 1900s. The date was May 12, 1904. On the Calgary Daily Herald front page, the large type proclaimed: "Canmore Man Kills Brother With an Axe, Threw the Body in the River."
In his confession at the coroner's jury, François Marret related his story. He had come to Canmore in 1901 from France to work for his brother, Jean, who operated a dairy farm along the flats. François worked for Jean for 15 months. In the spring of 1902, François decided to try his hand at other occupations, and for the next two years worked at odd jobs in the Canmore mines, occasionally returning to his brother's to help out. It was during one of these visits that François killed Jean. He said he disposed of the body in the Bow River to prevent Jean's ghost from haunting him.
What was François Marret's motive? During the coroner's hearing, a couple of reasons were cited for his actions.
To one of the witnesses, Marret explained that he had killed his brother because, for all his hard work, his brother had not paid him. He added that his deceased parents had ordered the killing from beyond the grave. François testified that he thought his brother was after him. He told the Coroner's jury: "I wanted to kill my brother because John tried to kill me by a whirring electric machine. I never saw the machine, but I heard it several times." François believed his brother Jean was the gift of evil, and that he, François, was the spirit of good.
The coroner's trial was over in record time. The crime was committed on early Wednesday morning and by Thursday night, the coroner's jury had returned its verdict - premeditated murder. The defendant was held over for criminal trial three days later.
On May 19, a week after the murder, the verdict was in. The defense arguments and Marret's testimony swayed the jury. The headlines of that day's newspaper read "Marret Acquitted of Brother's Murder Because Jury Thought Him Insane." He was to be sent to the mental asylum in Brandon, Manitoba.
From the evidence - or lack of evidence - presented in these two stories that date back to the turn of the twentieth century, the second story seems more likely than the first. Whatever the origin of the name, today the flats themselves are known as Dead Man Flats, and the locality as Dead Man's Flats.

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