A life in images

In the afternoon we head over to the Portable Ranch House and spend several hours looking though Richard's amazing collection of personal photos. There’s a whole life in these ring binders - family gatherings, camping trips, hunting trips, weddings, bbqs, business trips - even some naked-in-the-mountains shots. Most of the pictures involve a dead animal, or a part of a dead animal. Even as someone who doesn’t eat a lot of meat, you’ve got to respect a man who hunts, kills, skins and cooks his own food. But boy has he killed some.

The saturated colours in the photos are amazing - they’re real 70s and 80s America. We film a selection, and Richard looking through them. Each one tells a story.

Josh suggested to Richard a few days ago that he records his thoughts on a dictaphone so he’s bought a cassette recorder. He uses his time on the mic to let off a little steam about us, which puts us in the picture when we listen back to it later.

Back at our motel the welder from Texas in the next door room has left us a message on the door. We’re in 111 - how are we going to get out of this one?

Beer: Moose Drool again. Loren the welder was drinking JD this morning, but he’s working nights.