| Camping 2008 |
| I had to skip Gourdfest last year so that I could, you know, be around for my first kid's birth and stuff. Priorities. We took an August camping instead. |
| Left: the trail was thin almost the whole 12 miles, and involved a lot of looking down to avoid tripping. Right: Treebeard. |
| Carrying a 40 pound pack for 12 miles was murder on my bunion, but my own fault for wearing the wrong shoes. |
| Geez, one crack about the overtipped canoe four years ago and you get smacked upside the head... |
| The path broke into State Forest roads at some points. A welcome retreat from the rocky trails. |
| Matt survived almost entirely on trail mix. Which I guess makes it the most aptly named snack. |
| The Morse at rest. We were worried after he hadn't moved in an hour. |
| I spent most of the weekend wondering how big a bear would have to be before he could no longer climb up a tree I would be hiding in. |
| Matt noodles with his noodles. |
| At the top of a lookout. Water to the north of this point flows to the Delaware, water to the south flows to the Susquehanna. |
| On the horizon, harnessing the power of wind. If they're that interested in wind, they could hook Grandpa up after burrito night. |
| Matt "McStud Muffin" Morse unabashedly dons an open shirt. |
| One of Fred's pictures. The white socks complete the ensemble. |