An Epic Journey with Tyler Goulet

These are the chronicles of an epic journey Ian Hubert took with Tyler Goulet.

The day started out as any other: at midnight. Tyler Goulet and I were at a bonfire, chilling at Tyler Schexnayder's bonfire. Because he's hardcore, and has bonfires.

Eventually, we went home and watched an epic movie or something. Probably something like Braveheart. I don't remember.

The next morning, we arose at the crack of 9:00 or something. And ate some waffles. At least, I hope we did. I really don't remember.

I probably should have written this a month ago.

So our ultimate goal is to make it to Friday harbor, probably a 4 hour trip, total. Friday harbor is a sweet island that's part of the "San Juan Islands", and is only accessible by Ferry. Or Kayak. Or canoe. Or plane. Or via parachute.

Or you can take the tunnel.

So we're on their way, driving down the freeway, when all of a sudden, what should we see, BUT THE LARGEST BUILDING VOLUME-WISE IN THE WORLD!

 Of course we had to stop by. Except that we drove right past it. So we turned off, ended up at some museum, turned around, and tried again.

We missed it again. We turned off the freeway, turned around, and got back on. This time we made the right exit. Unfortunately, due to excessively confusing maps (those arrows always get me) we missed the parking lot, and ended up driving to the end of... the world. So we turned around. This time we made it to the parking lot, in which there was not a single free parking space.

You'd think, considering it's the largest building in the world, volume wise, that there would be parking space. But no.

So we didn't get a tour.

HOWEVER! Driving around the other way we saw a small sign that said, "Museum of Flight Restoration Center"! 

Of course we had to stop by. Inside were many strange things, such as excited old men, and angry old men. All fixing planes. I donated 5 dollars, cause they seemed to be having fun.

It was a magical place. We watched them drag around this giant plane with, like, a vespa. A yellow vespa.

We also were barked at by Kurt Mason, who, as we discovered when we saw a whole cabinet full of awards and such, was some sort of hardcore air-force guy.

He told us not to touch stuff. And to read signs.

This is Tyler Goulet with a helicopter.

I'm not gonna lie, and I cannot deny. It was glorious. Kurt shall be remembered forever.

So anyway, we hop back in our bird and punch it on down the airstream, flathattin' dirty down 525 with our fangs out, checkin' 6, 3, 9, 12 (pilots never check their blind spot), eh, Mr. Tango?

We're heading towards Friday Harbor (Foxtrot Romeo India Delta Alpha- it took us a while to get over it, too) when what should we see? But a sign to another ferry, one close by! One that takes 2 minutes to drive to, as opposed to 2 hours!

So we head down to the Ferry line. But then it turns out we didn't have to be in it, because we decided to walk. And a man glared at us.

You see, what had happened is we decided to go to WHIDBEY ISLAND! What fun, eh? Very! The epitome of such!

This is me on the ferry. I dig my hat. I lost that hat.

So the ferry was epic, and we get off on Whidbey, and what do we find?

Nothing. There was nothing. It was, I believe, the most boring town I've ever seen in my life. There was a thrift-store, where I bought a Frisbee, and a dairy-queen, where I bought a gravity defying milkshake.

I won't lie to you, this was an intense milkshake. Tyler Goulet got a burger.

And pondered the philosophical ramifications of eating it, or something. I don't know. It was a good time. It was around this time that we discovered that Whidbey island is HUGE. And there WERE things to do on it, if you know where to look. And where to look was anywhere but where we were.

We got onto the free bus system (which is amazing) and started riding. And then we fell asleep (or I did), and then we woke up (me again).  And thought, "Should we get off? Where are we going?"

No sooner do we say that than we drive around the corner, and what do we see but FORT CASEY! Just, like, looming there!

"STOP THE BUS!" We yell with our hands, via a button push. We gotta check this out!

Maybe it's haunted!

This is me being amazed by our inexplicable arrival.

So, it's raining out, and there's not another soul in sight. We presume that's because they're all busy being haunted. We walk around, find some big bunkers, and walk inside.

We were going to walk down them, but they were pitch black, and hella creepy. So we decided NOT to get shanked with a rusty tinfoil knife, and went on our way.

We kept walking, and Tyler said he was tired, but there was no place to sit. So we kept walking, until we found this tour guide guy. We kinda stood 5 feet off and listened to him talk for an hour. It was hardcore.

This is Tyler in front of his Fort.

This is Tyler eating one of the many deer that walk around everywhere.

They're just ASKING you to eat them. Really.

This is Ian haunting a tunnel.

That thing is a lot crazier than it looks,
IN THE PITCH DEAD BLACK OF NIGHT!

Tyler stopping cannonballs with his mind, apparently.

See that? He caught that.

Waiting for Tyler outside the restroom. Very hardcore times.

So we're waiting at the bus-stop, and Tyler decides we should hitchhike.

"But Tyler, we couldn't hitch-hike all the way back, and even if we get pretty far, it just means we'd have to wait just as long, if not longer, for the same bus once we got there."

But whatever. Someone stopped. A pleasant jazz listener guy. We hopped in. Drove about 30 seconds, until he arrived at his destination. It was hardcore regardless. Thanks, red-van dude.

So we're waiting at the next bus-stop, and we see the bus! This is a picture of Tyler correction the bus on the true location of the stop (he was right).

So we went on our merry way home, sitting on a ferry, getting some seafood, driving back, rockin' out.

Huzzah.