some pertinent stats:
10,603=miles driven in the Silver Bullet from august 23rd-oct 5th
167.371 kmh=104 mph that we averaged through the middle of nowhere canada
53=cd's we outfitted the van with for our trip
24=towns able to provide for our carnivorous taco/guitar/record store appetite along the way
13=towns rocked by Boss Tweed
4=venues that hooked us up with sweet potato fries vs. standard white starch french fries
2=times i was pulled over and let off with a warning by canadian cops (they're so nice!)
1.6=new drummer(s) able to rock with the Tweed (jeremey was larger than life)
1=human finger we saw chopped off at the biker bar, the happy hog
.8=saskatoon-based tv channel that featured Boss Tweed on their daily culture show (let's up the production values here, eh fellas?)
here's some photos. entering jasper national park in the canadian rockies:
some shots of our drive up through the national park to jasper:
jeremey scopes the view on one of our many stops along the drive to jasper:
a giant crow on the top of a car where we stopped to check out a waterfall. this thing could have weighed 20lbs:

main street jasper:
everything is big in canada... we encounter a giant elk on way home after the gig. his giant elk head stood taller than mine:

racking up a game of pool before the gig at the slice in lethbridge:
more pool... jeremey sets up for the break in calgary:
on to exotic moose jaw. this town in saskatchewan is famous for the tunnels beneath the city streets which were once used by al capone and other prohibition-era bootleggers. we stayed at the famous gangster's theme motel. i wonder if his family sees any money from the use of his name and reputation? i doubt it:
at this point in the trip both carolyn and i were getting pretty shaggy and decided it was time to get our hair cut:
the front of our fan collected an impressive collection of bugs. we should have sold these off as lures to fisherman:
the venue in saskatoon. we played a killer show for the folks here... lots of students and our first encounter with poutine:
taking care of some wifi biz before heading out the next day:
boss tweed rolls into tottenham, about an hour north of toronto, to play our second to last show at the happy hog. our host, a gregarious biker named gar, told us some wild stories of his trips to the big biker rally, sturgis and showed off his harley. it wouldn't translate here but we did witness one of our new fans lose the tip of his finger in a bizarre seating accident. ask us about it sometime. outside the venue:
and to round the trip off, we made it down to delaware the following weekend to see our long reigning drummer, eric reed, tie the knot with the lovely amanda. amanda and her father walk up the beach for the ceremony:
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