Just picked up tickets for the Mephiskapheles show in Gainesville at the High Dive! Get at us if you need one! (at High Dive)
Loading in for the show tonight at Atmosphere in Tallahassee! Who’s coming out? We heard a rumor the R.J. and Welchy will be there! (at Atmosphere)
We just refilled our merch bin with 100 new shirts in two previously sold-out designs! Just in time for our shows in #Tallahassee and #Orlando next week! Who’s coming out? (at CMB Headquarters)
#TBT This was taken in our first van! Incidentally it was the first and last time we got to ride in it! BTW we are on Instagram now!
I drove straight after I got out of work. I slept for two hours on the side of the road, but I finally made it and I’m ready to party. CALLING ALL NERDS! (Taken with Instagram at Star Wars Celebration VI)
Wow. Life changes in the blink of an eye! We lost a good one today. R.I.P. #TonySly of #NoUseForAName. I got to hang out with #JoeyCape two days ago, and I bought this and he signed it. Its kind of creepy now, however I will cherish this forever. We will miss you Tony! (Taken with Instagram at The Shark Tank)
Mon July 2
The first shop we found suited our needs perfectly. It was a mom and pop place close to the highway and apart from a piece that was only put on 2000 Dodge 3500 vans for the first half of the production year, it was a quick and cheap fix. The play in the steering shrunk to a couple inches, no more veering, no more knocking – we felt like we traded our van in for a Cadillac! That buried unsettling worry that had been with us since our first day, when we had to push the van to the shop, had finally left our minds. There were no other expensive problems with the van and we could finally enjoy ourselves in the confidence that feeling delivered. I was happy to drive down to Murfreesboro for the show that night as I felt we would keep our streak of awesome Monday shows going. We met up with Matty who most of us hadn’t seen since Mass Ska Raid 3 a couple years back playing with Turbo Slaughter. Traveling with Joystick, another 7 member band, we realized can be tough; if you stay together that’s 14 smelly, hungry dudes. With everyone crammed into Matty’s living room watching Walk Hard I called a sleeping spot in a vacant bedroom with floor space a plenty and broke it in a little. Matty popped out of the kitchen chased by the scent of veggie and beef tacos with fresh tomatoes, cilantro and onions. Homemade food trumps all because at this point we’ve had enough gas stop fast food garbage to make a trucker cringe. Matty was truly a master of hospitality and it felt great to get to hang out with him after so long. With full bellies and enough movie quotes being repeated situationally to last for eons, we headed for 3 Guys Deli and Pub. The first couple beers were free and we were getting a percentage of the alcohol sales that night so it only made sense to get sloshed. As the patrons turned from hungry families to pierced punkers and the pub began to fill up some, Biscuit and I went outside to get ready for the set. I must’ve missed something because as I came up from a stretch I ran into Biscuit mid-chest bump. He toppled over me and twisted his ankle on the corner edge of the sidewalk in an attempt not to go face first into the adjacent bush. Luckily it was his left ankle, not the ankle responsible for forcibly caressing the kick pedal. Either way it didn’t help things, and with Roth tweaking his back, Steve’s sciatica, and Biscuit now hurting his ankle, our old age or at least reduced elasticity was beginning to show. Despite the injury the set went extremely well. Joystick and us opened for The Langoliers and Uncle Skunkle and the crowd really got into it. Some shows people don’t dance at all but will bob their heads, some shows people do nothing at all and you feel like they didn’t enjoy it, but after the show they’ll come up and say how awesome the set was, people just enjoy music differently. The best shows however, are the ones where people dance and go crazy and try to sing the songs with you even though it’s their first time hearing it. That was this show for sure and it goes down in the books as one of the best stops on tour! We retired a few blocks away at Matty’s house where most of the people at the show went afterward. The party continued long after I had passed out as I dreamed of well working vans and continued success for the rest of the trip.
Tue July 3
We stopped at Cracker Barrel for the first time on tour which was pretty amazing considering that on the last tour we stopped there almost every day. We charged the 6 hour ride toward Little Rock quite easily until we stopped about an hour from our destination. I performed the hot and cold fluid check routines on the van as we have just about every stop and noticed the oil looked a little low. I asked Tyler to grab the oil from under the passenger seat, uncapped it and proceeded to pour the half quart into the oil receptacle. Welchy walked up just as the fluid finished going into the engine. He smiled and nodded his head then tilted it to one side. “Why are you putting transmission fluid into the oil?” My chest dropped into my stomach as I checked the blue container with the big letters ATF on the front and had to slap myself on the forehead. After consulting smart phones and calling Andy it was determined that while the viscosity difference could cause some problems we’ll be fine getting the oil changed in Little Rock. Apparently mechanics doing tune ups will put about a quarter of what we put in as it acts as a cleaning agent in the engine. Luckily I had not taken our working van and completely ruined it! We arrived in Little Rock to the Dedicated Visual Arts Studio. It was a huge warehouse of art, graffiti, quarter pipes, and clothes run by volunteers for community creative expression. It made me think that this is what the Farside (Tallahassee creative art space collective) would be if it were in a bigger space. The show was booked by a guy named Casey Jones whose birthday was at midnight that night so I could not think of anything more American than what I was already doing. That afternoon we found that the Dallas show was up in the air so instead of heading to Texas we tried to find a show in Little Rock we could hop on. We met a guy named Everette who was going to be hosting bands to play at his nearby punk house for a 4th of July celebration and he was all about it – no long drives to worry about tonight! Our show in Shreveport had fallen through so there was not much left to do but head to Baton Rouge early and take a well deserved day off. The large space of DVAS was a maze of excitement containing dark hallways leading to unknown destinations and walls covered in spray paint. I felt like I was in the movie Lost Boys in some inner vampire sanctuary. The show was visually appealing as well. There was a large sheet behind the stage we used for lighting behind the drums and we had a great audience for our set filled up front with our host bands. Ginsu Wives, Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt (AWESOME!) and Little Ruckus played with us with TPDR closing the show with a combination of friendship, tin foil, parachutes, and a light laser gun that pretty much blew us out of the water visually. We had been well received by Little Rock and looked forward to playing the next day. Equally gratifying was the idea that from here on out - not only were we headed south, we were also headed east. I could already smell the comforting scent of my wife’s hair!
Wed July 4th
AMERICA! We spent most of the morning in one of the most American places ever: Wal-Mart. We had to change the oil after my lapse of intelligence. A place where you can hang out for hours in the air conditioning isn’t the worst place to be so as the van was serviced we became “walrats.” I played Donkey Kong probably ten times without passing the level before getting fed up and browsing the toy section for the newest Star Wars figures. See this wasn’t one of those lame Wal-marts where the rednecks hang out; this was an up class Super Wal-Mart! Afterward we figured on going to another well air conditioned place where you can hang out – the Little Rock Mall! We hoped to find a theater and maybe catch the Spiderman flick but this mall did not have a theater. So instead we got into a nice game of Magic near the Dip’n’Dots place. I was the first to exit as I relentlessly violated Steve with my Zombies only to ultimately feel his wrath via flying attacks. It at least weakened him to the point where Biscuit and Roth could make short work of him. Tyler even got down on a short bout with Welchy leaving Quinn the only person to not partake in a Magic game this tour. Before we knew it the mall was closing early for the holiday and we needed to vacate the premises. We headed to the address of the show and after some confused GPS navigating we finally found the place. Nestled in the bottom of a hill laid the punk house, requite with a garden up front and multiple metal objects protruding from the back yard, with the accompanying rape shack and overturned rusted refrigerators it just screamed ‘Merica! The show was actually pretty rad because many of the people that were at the Art space were also at this show. As the sparklers and bottle rockets screamed freedom in the streets, we sweat it out in fanciful American fashion in the dining room of the small house. There was barely enough room for the seven of us in the room but somehow a few people managed to cram in and get down with us. We had an awesome two day stay in Little Rock and can’t wait to get back there. The people were really genuine and relentlessly active in making sure their music scene moved.
SCORE! @elwoodsmasher You’re not the only one getting #vinyl in the mail today! #NOFX (Taken with Instagram at Meridian Place Apartments)
Fri June 29
I woke up from a nap as the roads started getting shitty and I knew we were getting close to the Motor City. The front left ball joint that we hadn’t had the opportunity or money to fix was on my mind bouncing through the crevasses and sinkholes of Detroit. Kenny from A Billion Ernies put together a backyard show at a girl named Briattany ‘s for us that was a ton of fun. Hometown Heroes played followed by Three Cents Short from Grand Rapids. They were both massively supportive which was great after going a few days without the loving embrace of similarly styled skanking. Right before we played my grandmother and cousin Kimmy arrived. My grandma is 6 feet tall and can drink anyone I know under the table. We passed her a beer and they got to meet the whole crew, tour the extravagant living conditions, and gaze in wonder at the level of stardom we’ve achieved. Grandma was furiously twisting on the uneven lawn but loving every second of our set and after the basement show I was enjoying having the open space of the yard for Welchy and I to go crazy in. Dandelion Brigade played after us and rocked a Mumford & Sons cover within their impressive repertoire, smoothing things down for Matt Wixson. Aaron Hibbert and Lindsay Sanderson got into town from a long drive just before Matt’s set so we sat back and enjoyed the hijinks and melodious mammerjammer en mass. We went to Wixson & Ben’s house in Ferndale and polished off our beer run of Molson and Labatt’s (even some Pop) over long conversations. I had heard stories of the splendorous wonder of Matt’s basement and was not disappointed to find it a full 10 degrees cooler than upstairs, complete with it’s own toilet! A clean toilet is a welcome sight on tour. Most bars and venues have atrocious bathrooms you wouldn’t even want to wash your hands in and anywhere other than a well maintained rest stop is a crapshoot - literally. So continues the uneasy feeling of being hungry and also having to crap until the next stop. The basement was a welcome home for the night and I actually had to pull the sleeping bag over me instead of sweating all over it.
Sat Jun 30
The sounds of Mighty Mighty Bosstones played at 33 rpm danced around me the next morning. The Best Of The Worst, who were playing that night with Aaron Hibbert, showed up from an all night drive from New York at 9 am and of course Wixson and Ben were up to greet them. What followed was a breakfast of epic proportion. Steve cooked up some eggs, tempeh, and a third go of his now famous curried potatoes and the 20 or so of us ate like royalty on Matt’s front porch. Originally, our show in Cincinnati was supposed to be at 1pm, but a late night message telling us the show was moved to 7pm allowed us to sleep past our 7 o’clock wake up call and see TBOTW. By mid day we reluctantly packed up to head to Ohio and after a long round of hugs and some pictures we were on our way to meet up with Joystick. The heat poured into the van preventing the wind from helping much but other than the ball joint the ride was pretty smooth. We knew now that our turn southward would bring back the familiar muggy heat but smiled at the fact that it would also bring cheaper gas and more A/C! We arrived at the house and met up with Robby and the guys from Atomic Potato. The set up in the back yard looked really good with Biscuit’s glowing heads. We were able to add more colored lights behind and around the drums to give it a very relaxing garden like atmosphere, like the drums were indigenous to the lush greenery of the backyard. We also met up with our new tourmates and slammed some beers while playing some cornhole on Bengals decorated boards that read “Who-Dey.” After trying to figure out whether that was a parody of the Saints “Who-Dat” or just some Ohio jibberjabber, Joystick played first and despite their best efforts to tell me how bad they were going to suck, they had a great set. This was our third house show in as many days so one of them had to get busted. Half through our set the police came and shut it down. Luckily we played enough that people wanted to buy merch so we ended up having a pretty good night. With the show over early Joystick, Tyler, and Wechy walked down to a corner bar and by the time I showed up Duck was dancing with an old lady to some country downing a jager shot. We busted into some karaoke later with some sweet tunes from Smokey Robinson and Queen and the palpable tensions of difference between the punk bands and the rednecks occupying the bar began to disappear. It was a relief to me as I was not looking forward to an evening like the fight night we had in New Paltz. I walked the 2 blocks back to the house and arrived late enough to snag some floor space in a secret room upstairs. As I fell asleep I worried about the van issues needing to be addressed at a portion of the tour where every drive save a couple are 5+ hours. She was running like a champ but the ball joint and the tilt in the wheel seemed to be getting worse. We knew the guy in NC quoted us high but we also figured it would not be a cheap fix. The question was would it break our bank.
Sun July 1
We were told we couldn’t leave Cinci without some of it’s famous chilli so we went to Skyline, a restaurant based around chilli. We realized our hunger and interest blinded our common sense when we climbed into the van later for the trip down to Clarksville, TN. Eating chilli on tour is essentially a death sentence for everyone in the van when just one person eats it. This was seven dudes with enough methane to slap a flammable cargo sticker on the van and rocket to the moon! I’m glad I was driving and glad we were actually getting a guarantee tonight. Clarksville was less mountainous but very similar to Johnson City. We played at Kelly’s Pub through the advice of some friends in Opposite Box who really helped us out and had actually played there the night before. The bar and it’s patrons were very friendly and we had an easy time getting comfortable with 5$ PBR pitchers and none of the house show/backyard worries of cops or mosquitos. Another of my buddies from my days in the Corps was at the bar and we got to catch up on the past years over some drinks. It was also relieving not having to worry about people coming through the door to get paid. We played in between Joystick and our hosting band Bang OK Bang from Nashville. By this point in the tour muscle memory takes over and we are tight enough to get into the set without having to worry too much about hitting the right notes and playing correctly. It allows you the opportunity to get more mobile and pull the crowd into the performance. Bang OK Bang headlined and rocked so hard. The drummer was bringing her hands up over her head on every hit and the guitar was run through a bass rig and guitar cab making the set a wall of headbanging sound. We finished the evening in a cheap hotel that suited our needs perfectly. At this point in time the front left ball joint and connecting arms are in bad shape, knocking in slow turns and veering hard left whenever we brake. We decided we’re close enough to the next show to bring it into a shop but I worried about how much it would set us back. In NC we had a guy at a corporate store hugely over quote us, in NYC we asked how much it would be to fix and 400$ was on the cheap end. It would suck to have to head home if we go broke.
Tue June 26
We headed to New Paltz early so we could have enough time to walk around and re-organize the merch. However you organize merch it gets ruined in a couple days if you’re selling well so having to re-organize is a happy chore to have. We arrived in New Paltz to find the sleepy mountain home of a SUNY campus in college summer form. I got in on a round of Magic with Roth and Steve and emerged victorious, albeit with hefty amounts of advice from my opponents. Biscuit hopped in and I took an early exit to assist Quinn in the re-organization effort. The show seemed like it was going to have a regular bar draw and seemed promising - until fight number one broke out at like 5pm. Throughout the rest of the night the bar went through 5 or 6 brawls and it really amazed me that the same people were still in the bar after each scuffle. Many of these people had more thick new yark accents than we had heard yet this towa. We know because we’ve been impersonating northerners with horrible accents since we got into NYC. Everything is “Gabagoo” with a new england/new jersey twang and sardonic demeanor. A band from St. Louis showed up randomly as they had a date fall through for their tour. They were called Benedict Arnold and Jared, Mitch, and Ricky had been on tour for 6 weeks at that point. The last few years I’ve worked hard to book dates for us and even salivated at some of the opportunities we’ve had but 6 weeks made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. Being at about the half way point, I miss my wife and my dog way too much to imagine being out that long! They asked to hop on the bill and we couldn’t resist. They had a great set and their energy was invigorating but right around the end of their set fight number 2 or 3 went down and the place cleared out again. Raddigan Bros played next and as we got ready to load in another fight spilled outside. I felt massively inconvenienced having to move around them with gear as they beat their chests incessantly. By the time we started our set the other bands were all that remained of any people still occupying the bar. The police and EMT had cleared most everyone else out and we had about had our fill of New Paltz. Not ready to dig in as deep as our new friends in Benedict Arnold we found a hotel room and boarded up for the night. Skip (Steve’s swaggering drunk alter ego) was in full effect that night hooting and hollering until hotel security came. Not noticing the 7 people crammed into the tiny double, he gave us a warning and we tried to stop laughing so as not to encourage him.
Wed June 27
We left just before check out the next morning and headed to Syracuse. Despite there being 3 other ska type shows in the same week, we were hoping for a better show than the prior night. The drive up was beautiful. The trees waving from constant gusts of wind made me think Tallahassee trees would be jealous at the sight. Passing the distant Adirondacks with the van running like a champ has queled much of my anxiety. The problem with the ball joint has not resulted in noticeable wear on the front left tire but we check it regularly just the same. The rest of the fluids are holding steady and we’re getting unbelievable gas mileage (between 17-19 mpg!) so things are looking good! We really have to thank Andy for that as he went with us to buy the van just outside Tallahassee, donated his time to make the proper repairs, and is our on call mechanical advise expert. He’s going to get some big bear hugs when we get back! We arrived at Badlands not sure what to expect but it turned out to be a pretty good show with no fights! We got to see Rory and the guys from 4point0 who we hadn’t seen since Mass Ska Raid and I was happy to find some links I shot them in Florida had panned out for their upcoming tour. Postcard Summer and Stonelord played with us and brought enough friends for the door to somehow pay us really well. I’m not sure if Badlands went into their pockets or what but it really put a big dent in the gas bill to have that loot. We left before the end of the show for Findley Lake, where Roth’s grandparents own a summer home. I drove, planning on changing out halfway through the 4.5 hour journey, but we arrived just as I began getting drowsy. Although most of the guys were asleep in the van, they stayed up long enough to tour our spot for the night. It is a beautiful house right on the lake that instantly shot be back to summers in Harsen’s Island, Michigan. As I sat on the dock and enjoyed the quiet majesty of Findley Lake, I looked forward to waking up the next day to enjoy our time before the measely 2.5 hour drive to Pittsburgh.
Thu June 28
I woke to the smell of bacon coming from downstairs and the rays of light shining through the blinds in the master bedroom of this awesome lake house. Before going to bed we got to go around and see pictures of Roth’s family. The subtle characteristics and rituals of lineage and the way families evolve always amazes me, especially seeing how similar our summers must have been. I walked downstairs and the full panoramic splendor of the lake came into view. Almost as beautiful was the view on the kitchen counter; a full coffee pot and bottle of Kahlua right next to it. The day that followed was a welcome reprieve from the night prior, we swam, boated, and most importantly - relaxed. Lazily and reluctantly, we headed towards Pittsburgh unsure of what to expect. We were trying to get a Cleveland show until this show kind of fell in our laps about a week ago. As we approached from the hills just north a few turns brought the splendor of the city into full view. We met up with Jackson at the house and found another steamy looking basement and tons of kids asking where the touring band was and when the ska was going to happen. We were sandwiched between 5 local indie bands and our host Mayan and the rest of the crowd there really went crazy for our set. A guy went so crazy he face dove into Steve’s setup, knocking over the head and causing it to smash Biscuit’s iphone. Other than that the show was the best since Boston. It was another hot night even at 1200 feet. We were completely soaked in sweat as we loaded gear, sold merch, and conversed with patrons. Crashing in the living room upstairs the heat had us stripped down to shorts and littered by windows and fans. The next day we packed out early before it got even hotter and after a stop at a bagel place we were on the road again headed to Detroit. I was excited to get up there and see Wixson and the crew. Aaron Hibbert and Lindsay Sanderson, who we had seen in Boston were coming in to town that night too. On top of that I was going to get to see my grandmother and cousin so combined with the sweet last minute show, I was in a great mood. We are now past the half way point and will soon meet up with Joystick. Our drives will be longer and the shows more uncertain so we are coming into gameface time but being with Joystick is going to be… interesting!
Sat Jun 23
This was my first night sleeping on a wood floor and in all seriousness it was pretty comfy. A couch, bed, or airmatress is pretty sweet but every once in awhile a cool tile or wood floor is exactly what you need to straighten out your back. We stayed with Wes from Estrogen Highs, (an old bandmate of Biscuit’s) in a nice place in New Haven, CT. and I woke up to the smell of curry spiced potatoes sizzling on a skillet. We met up with Biscuit’s wife Kristen and last night they picked up groceries for a banging breakfast. New England has been going swimmingly for us, short distances and good shows make for a happy group of dudes. It feels like the prayers and thoughts of our friends and family have surrounded us in a protective bubble of good vibes. Despite all this joy my thoughts are often wandering to my wife. Biscuit getting to see Kristen started to make me jealous and it sinks in that I won’t see Fronki for another two weeks. I gotta suck it up though because tonight is Boston. It was sweet being able to see all the guys on the CommRec tour as we’re basically doing opposite routes and this was the crossing point. The Hempsteadys kicked it off followed by the Lollies so the space was already hot as hell when we went on. Despite the heat (that I think we brought with us from Florida) the sets have been getting better each show becoming finely tuned karate chops of sound in an intense flury of blows. Stuck Lucky was nothing short of awesome and as I made my way up front during the Brunt Of It set I was almost run over by a crazy moshing parapalegic - these guys get down! We crashed that night at A.J.’s house, another one of Biscuit’s northeastern bandmates but this guy was particularly awesome because not only was he a Redwings fan, he had a bitching 69 Z 28 Camero that he took me for a ride in! So rad!
Sun June 24
The ride I got was in ther morning on the way to a nice greek place for breakfast and some REAL cornbeef hash not that can shit. We headed early for New London. As Biscuit has been master of ceremonies in his homeland he took us to Kristen’s folk’s neighborhood. RIght near the beach in Lyme, CT. They made a delicious dinner for us complete with burgers, veggie burgers, dogs, baked beans, salad, fruit, etc. It was a feast! Well rested and ready to kick some ass we charged to the El N Gee. Matt Covey, a friend who we’ve seen numerous times playing drums for The Flaming Tsunamis and now the Hempsteadys, Shai Hulud, and various other projects set the show up and it was a great one. Biscuit was stoked to be playing there as he had seen many a show there as a kid. The show kicked off with locals the Pickpockets with us up second. Usually I’ve lost my voice by this point in the tour. It usually happens for a day or two between day 4-7 but so far everything has been solid and the sets are getting tighter. A few more shows and we’ll be effortlessly laying down ferocious sets indiscriminantly and at extreme volume. Sean, Logan, and Jordan from The Hempsteadys brought us to a couple bars after our set and Logan gave us a short history lesson about the area that I was lucky enough to get on video. The New London area was really nice and reminded me of a northern Savannah, best of all it was a cool 63 degrees which just further distanced us from the endless NY sweatfest debacle we experienced a few days before. Riki Rocksteady, Sammy K, and the Snails played after us before the Hempsteadys closed the show out. The night prior in Boston when we all met at Grasshopper there were the inevitable band members who would not participate in a non-meat eating experience. I guess one or two of the guys that went somewhere else got food poisoning and couldn’t play the show tonight so the boner bros, Welchy and Roth got on stage and helped Jim out. I love being in a band with horns and I love it when they get on stage with other bands. It’s like leaving them a little sliding memento, etched in the history books of showdom and known forever forth. It’s probably the closest you can get to a The show concluded our New England stretch and it has been a good one, we were very well taken care of! We spent the night at Kristen’s aunt’s place and had a big pancake breakfast the next morning, complete with Euro Cup Final action between England and Italy.
Mon June 25
Before heading to Albany we stopped at Biscuit’s parents house not too far away from where we stayed and got to hang with the whole family. Biscuit’s sister Sharon had her family over to include Biscuit’s smarter than average nephew Paul and adorable neice Helen who went peepee in the toilet for the first time while we were there! What can I say, good things just surround us constantly! At the Hayes’s residence we ate yet another, and what could be our last full feast on tour complete with Grace’s world famous beans, chicken, potatoes, and some of the best local (there’s a small farm 4 doors down) corn on the cob I’ve ever had. I drove so I was tucked away in the pilot’s compartment (I forgot how much it feels like being in a cockpit), but I could feel Biscuit frowning from the back. We left our last bastion of family support until we get to Michigan and everyone is at the point where they are missing people. I at least had the comfort of a beautiful view as we drove the scenic route to Albany. Contrary to Florida weather, it seemed like the temperature dropped a few degrees when the rain let up. Guys actually donned long sleeves when we arrived to Valentine’s. I can’t believe this is really summer up here. We met up with Jay and the guys from Slaughterhouse Chorus. They are this kick ass country punk band that Dick Shoulders & The Alabasters had the pleasure of playing with at Bird’s in Tallahassee. The show also boasted The Living Americans and The Spins who were playing their farewell show. It was another awesome Monday night show (we’re 2 for 2 right now) but for the third time this tour I waited too long to eat something and everything was closed. A nice long talk with my wife eased my grief considerably though and we headed to our sleep destination at Jay’s man cave. It was a relatively early night as Jay had to work early but we all could use an easy transition from being completely spoiled to being broke transients wandering upstate New York.
Steve swimming in #FindleyLake. (Taken with Instagram at Findley Lake)
Good morning from #FindleyLake #NY ! It’s still morning for us. Most of us just woke up! We are at Roth’s families boat house having some breakfast and some Kalhua and coffee! (Taken with Instagram at Findley Lake)