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031. Mr. Bill goes hauling ass past us. 032. It was strange...when you crest the hill..you can't see the bottom and it just seems to go straight down. 033. Bill follows me...as we try to find this mine...but it was another half mile away..we give up. 034. Off in the distance..a dry lake bed. 035. Miles of HAULIN' ASS. 036. Looking back toward Moonrocks about 20 miles away. 037. We found the construction point. 038. Makin' money...diggin' on a Saturday. 039. The line of quads just looked awesome. 040. Lori gestures to Ken...after you. 041. On the way back, Keith drops a log...AND DROPS HIS RADIO INTO THE BLUE SHITTER. 042. Mmmmmmm...tasty...as he tries in vain to say it didn't hit any of Nick's poo..LMAO..sure Keith. 043. Nearly 50 miles...A shot from above of our camp at Moonrocks. 044. Close up. 045. Ken says..I can make that...and plays in the rocks.

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