Camping 2011
It's only June and this Autumn is
starting look iffy.  Fred, Matt and I went
camping now while our schedules still
allowed for it.
We went to upstate New Jersey,
around Port Jervis.
These shots were on the way to the
campsite.  There were other sites
around us, but they were blessedly
quiet.  If I had to suffer yet another
camping expedition with other sites full
of drunk morons blasting music, I
swear I would have taken hostages.
Fred and Matt set the tone early.

Many Nerf projectiles were purchased,
and many were immediately lost.
Fred, like Babe Ruth before him,
predicts what part of the river Matt's
belongings will end up in.
This must be, what, Part 18 of the "Still
Haven't Learned Their Lesson" Tour?

Although I must say, aside from a few
sore arm muscles, we walked away
with no injuries to speak of.
We managed to choose the one
Saturday where the temperature didn't
rise about 70.

But it was a lot of fun - finally an
expedition where I only got soaked
intentionally.
It didn't take long before "Paddle
Wars" broke out between Matt and
Fred.
Not visible here, but rapids were
coming.

It takes a man with giant balls to bring
a camera kayaking.
Dammit, you two.  

Don't make me stop this river.
Hawk's Nest, from the
water-bound side.
Hawk's Nest, from the dry side.

Matt contemplates the gravitational
speed of Fred's descent.

All it would take is one...little...shove...
...but alas, Fred reaches for his
iPhone with installed Taser App too
quickly.
Hawk's Nest is purdy.
High Point, New Jersey.

A monument to phallic symbols across
our great nation.
Inside the monument - the stairs up
from the bottom, and down from the
top.

For a few minutes we were, as Fred,
said, the highest idiots in New Jersey.

Which I think means we were in charge
of the state.  

Well, even if we weren't, I doubt
Governor Christie would have made it
up the stairs to challenge us.
Back at the ranch, cooking burgers
and scaring away crows, apparently.

Hopefully we get to Gourdfest later  
this year.