Major League Butt Kick'n is Back in Town!

Shred All Fear is back in full force and jammin harder than ever in Zion National Park. After doing some bicep bursting free climbing on the Organ we hiked up to Angels Landing, ran passed all the scared tourists, and signed autographs for those who recognized us or were stoked off our dance moves. The summit view was comparable to the Old Volcano Towers Ridge in Saturn's outer rim. Which if you haven't climbed out there, is freaking stellar.

 Also a chipmunk took a great liking to Brock and his mullet. Maybe he could smell Brock's inner animal... or maybe it was just his feet. Either way they became best friends.

Party Time USA...

For now..

-Rex 'BonerJamz' McKenzie

Brock 'Freedom Ain't Free' Steel

P.S. You jerks, Mr. Bryan Schillig is the only one whose had the decency to donate to our gas fund! What a stand up, handsome, powerful, hairy hairy man.

The Party Rolls On

On this morning the desert sun comes down hard like hot lightning in my eyes. The twisted stale-sweet arome of smoke, broken dreams, perfume, glitter, and bad decions emits from the both of us. Like a shadow belonging to the night before, it vaguely reminds us of who we are and what we have done. Needless to say, our last night in the City of Lost Wages was one stellar party!!

We hooked up with SinClaire the Dinosour again for one more titilating tour of the city. We hit a few casinos, played a few guitar solos, got kicked out of a club once or twice, and found our way to some of the dirt-filth-nastiest strip clubs this disgustingly dope city had to unveil.  

Seeing as Las Vages seems to know how to party pretty hard already, it is time for us to get back on the boogey bus and haul ass to our next destination. Before we could leave though we had to have one last jam session with the super-incredi-rad couple who put up with our crazy-consta-partying all week; DICK AND NATALIE!!!!!

Along with with their new pup, Munchcin, these two legendary climbers gave us a place to sleep, eat, shower our sins away, and even taught us a little about how they keep their own party going through out the years. There isn't enough time between climbs to thank them enough for everything they have done for us. As crazy as it sounds, this week WE are the ones learning secrets of the forever stoke from an EARTHLING. Let alone TWO of them!! 

They may have had a lot to teach us about being rad climbers but it was Brock and I who taught them how to make it look gooooood!!

And so, we said our farewells to Dick n Nat, all Brock's favorite strippers, and of course, the mountains that allowed our thunderous-face-grinding geetar riffs to penetrate the stratosphere and glaze the land in a thick hazey glow of super stoke.

Part Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie

Pine Creek Canyon Shred Fest

VIIIIICTORY!!!

Today my bodacious bra, Brock and I stormed back into the desert to show the dirt and rocks just how rad our dirty rock show can be. Brock hauled our guitars through all the brush, cactus, thorns, and everything else in the desert that just wants to hurt you. Meanwhile I carried the ropes and laughed as his dumb face got our geetars caught on every vine and twig in the canyon. That blonde jerk is lucky my axe still has strings on it!

Like a champion, I lead us up our route, Cookie Monster/Cat in the Hat.  Move after move I made my way up the wall. The sun beat down and my mustache sweat kept my lips moist and hydrated. I could taste the pulsing power of testosterone in my sweat. It fueled our assent to the peak. 

Like a super mule Brock, lugged both our geetars up the wall. I might give this dummy a lot of shit but he is one rugged, mulleted man. All men should shutter before him in shame and jealousy. And all women well, you saw that crotch thrust. Tell me you don't need a slice o that piiiie!

We summited, played a crazy epic-ear-bleeding-rage-inducing tribute to the shred Gods of the outer verse, and rapped from our route in just about 3 hours. Something about having the righteous duty of shredding from a mountaintop has super charged our climbing abilities and filled our hearts to burst. What more can a man want from life other than to climb mountains, play hour long geetar solos on top of them, and finish the day with a couple bottles of Jack?

Check out the video Brock made of our gnarly assent today:

Party Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie