How to Make a Didgeridoo: With Dave Hobbs

Hobbs sands down the face on the Didgeridoo, Thor, to get the correct texture for a smooth look.

Hobbs sands in the finer sections of Thor's face trying to achieve the right texture.

Hobbs separates the freshly but pieces on Thor so he can begin carving out the center.

Hobbes carves out the inside of Thor. He uses a grinder with a chainsaw attachment to takes the larger chunks out then smooths the inside later with a few different grinder attachments and a circular sander.

Hobbs pours spar varnish down the center of the didgeridoos to seal the inside from moisture. The specific didgeridoo that he is holding here is called the "Squidge."

Hobbs paints spar varnish on the outside of another didgeridoo.

Hobbs preps a didgeridoo for an internal application of spar varnish.

Hobbs takes a break at the end of an evening of didgeridoo making.

Dave Hobbs and Brian Martens play a jam session of some of the didgeridoos that Hobbs has made.

Hobbs jams on Thor in the tunnel underneath Orange Street. The acoustics in the tunnel make the didgeridoos louder and allow for more echoing. 

Old, Decaying, and Colorful.

An old building stands boarded up in the ghost town of Southern Cross, Mont. Southern Cross used to be a mining town during the mining boom in the late 1800's. The Gold used to "float to the top of the soil."

Poems and curse words cover this door frame inside of an old shed in the ghost town of Southern Cross, Mont.

What is left of an old fuse box on the side of a one the few buildings left in the ghost town of Southern Cross, Mont.

A Christy Brick Company brick lies amongst rubble left over from the Kirkville mill in Kirkville, Mont.  The mill, which was considered the largest building in Montana when it was built, was burned in 1967 by the United States Forest Service for safety reasons. 

A decaying piece of mining equipment sits in what is thought to be the old kiln room, where the ore was melted down. Behind the equipment the smoke stacks can be seen. 

An ore shaft filled with brick from the decaying floor above. 

Decaying sections of the mill. This entire area used to be inside a large red building. 

A crack in the ceiling of the shaft leaks mineral-filled water from the floor above. 

A taste of the Creek

Back to reality

A few friends and I returned to civilization yesterday morning around 7:45 a.m. after spending around 8 days climbing in the Utah desert. I hated that moment when we pulled up to my first friend, Ben's, house because it signified to real end to the trip.

What came with coming back was of course, WORK. Lots and lots of it. Everything that had been neglected before and during the trip was working their way to the surface, getting ready to blow up in my face. 

But, i really can't complain, though i will, because i just spent a week blowing off steam in one of my favorite places to be: Indian Creek, Utah. 

I'm going to try and figure out how to get some image up on this baddie, it may take a bit.