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High ResolutionFenbred right outside the Mallard Window. Xanterra spared no expense with our living situation. Only half the building was condemned and there were a hand full of rooms the mice hadn’t gotten too. The mold in the walls probably killed them before they got far. Thankfully one of the most beautiful places on earth was right outside our door and when we weren’t working, or stuck inside because of insane weather, we found ourselves out in the thick of it.
I highly recommend you follow this link to Ben’s soundcloud page and give his tunes a whirl. You can read an interview with Fenbred by English based Wonky Carton. Live drums, football and the city of no illusions. It’s pretty great to see someone giving this chap’s music a chance.
http://wonkycarton.tumblr.com/post/22791815208/live-drums-football-and-the-city-of-no-illusions
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High ResolutionThe employee parking lots was like a super sized bag of halloween candy. You could get a tootsie roll, some m&ms, an Oregon, some candy corn you’d never eat, a few Michigans and a couple burnt Arizonas.
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High ResolutionAt this point the bag we strapped to Ben’s car had caused major leakage/flooding all over ourselves and our possessions. We had cups set up to catch water as if a pipe broke in the kitchen and we were waiting for the plumber.
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High ResolutionWe encountered a wild storm that was headed towards our past, an omen perhaps? I never really made that connection until now. Spirits were high, gas prices were dropping and it really felt like we were doing something.
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High ResolutionI had a couple rolls of Kodak EliteChrome developed recently and wham! there I was again driving out to Yellowstone with Ben. Through the rain to Chicago then across the vast flat lands of Iowa and South Dakota where I wasted about a dozen frames on the endless green fields and massive skies. We finally arrive at the park and begin our short stint in the ‘wilderness’ full of parking lots, meal plans, twisting roads, lodge pole pines, and dorm life.
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High ResolutionThe morning of July 5th on Shadow Mountain in Wyoming. I think about 30 fellow Xanterra employees from Lake Village in Yellowstone ended up at our site for the night of the 4th. From my recollection there was naked crowd surfing, people passed out on the ground in the darkness, fireworks, Rangers, burbon, a lost hubcap, missions up the mountain to disturb other parties, a dead car battery and a lucha libre mask. North American Scum.





