So many stories. Drunk girls hitting on us in Vancouver cause they thought we were Kings of Leon. All of us getting the nerve to walk under a significant water fall. Being purposefully stranded alone on a rock. Listening to the coolest kids from Nashville playing their songs. Hearing from the inventor of the mountain bike how he fell in love with Rawanda. Having an insanely powerful man and his awesome family humbly serve us endlessly, though we were just strangers. The four of us guys in our room waking each other with a trumpeting chorus of farts.