Monday, July 30, 2007

Eating Upstate New York

XL and I are back from our road trip through upstate New York, and we ate well while we were away. Here is a review of some of the things we dined on.

We started at Skeeters BBQ in Shamokin Dam PA. Inky and I ate there at the beginning of the month and when Karen took XL and I by there I knew I had to take him. We both got the beef brisket and sat and ate it on the Deck overlooking the Susquehanna River. XL ate my beans and I had his slaw.

For dinner that night we had Dogs and drinks at Frontier Field, the home of the Rochester Redwings. We got to the game a bit late, but no so late that we couldn't sample a redhot and a whitehot. We both preferred the redhot by far over it's white companion. The stadium was also very nice, and featured many other types of classic ballpark fare.

Thursday morning we had a small snack in Niagara Falls NY, before crossing into Canada and riding on the Maid of the Mist. Once back in the states we dined on more Hot Dogs at Ted's Famous Hot Dogs, just outside of Buffalo. We both got the Foot Long, which I put Mustard and Relish on, while XL rocked onions and Ted's famous hot sauce.

Thursday night for dinner we ate at NYEG Stadium, the home of the Binghamton Mets. They were taking on the O's AA team, the Bowie Baysox, so it fit in perfectly with the trip. Plus, it was "Thirsty Thursday" so XL had 4 large Yuenglings to go along with his Cheeseburger. I piled in two cheeseburgers but we both were intrigued by a menu item at the stadium: The Spiedie.

Friday we had lunch at Sal's Pizzeria which is on Main St in Cooperstown. We eat at Sal's just about every time we are in the Village because they make one hell of a slice. It's important to us to have traditions when we go on our trips to the place where baseball lives, and this is a big one. XL and I each downed three pepperoni slices, and set about looking around the Village.

Friday night we got the chance to have our first spiedies. Then we had our second. The first one was at Spiedie and Rib Pit, and they were amazing. XL got a Buffalo Chicken style one, and I had the #6 which was a blue cheese version of the chicken. They were smaller than we thought they would be (maybe 5 inches) and we were still hungry so we rolled down to Lupo's where I had a Pork Spiedie (pictured right) and XL had a regular chicken. Anyone visiting New York’s Middle Tier should take the time to have one of these great sandwiches. The meat is so tender and flavorful that you could easily eat it plain, but on a roll with some tomatoes and other toppings it is like nothing else.

Saturday we got a late start to our day, so we started our eating off with lunch. We stopped in Oneonta NY at a pretty famous place: Brooks House of BBQ. The place looks great, what with it's "Bar-B-Q Plant" out back with Smoke pouring out of it. This is where they do their catering from I guess, but the real star is the building in the front, which is the actual restaurant. The food was out of this world and the service was great too. When our waiter saw XL with a napkin tucked in his jersey he came over with a bib for him. Classic. I don't know what was better, the guy bringing it over or watching XL try and tie a kids bib around his neck.

Saturday night we had some great burgers from the street vendors along Main St. in Cooperstown. There are just so many great places to eat in the home of baseball, and over out half dozen or so visits we have been to almost all of them. One place we have never seen before, but which is apparently popular enough to have at least two locations (the one pictured here in Cooperstown and one in Binghamton) is Foo Kin Chinese food. Say it out loud to yourself to get the joke: Foo-Kin Chinese food.

And on Sunday we had lunch at the Induction Ceremony thanks to Cooperstown High School who were on hand selling dogs, drinks and ice cream. All in all it was a pretty damn good few days for eating, and thanks to the many, many miles we walked to get to and from places of interest we hopefully didn't gain too much weight. Now where did I put those Tums?

Friday, July 27, 2007

I Guess It Runs In the Family

Little girls all around the country look up to their big sisters. I guess the only hope those little girls have is if their older sisters aren't whacked out sluts. Unfortunately Jamie Lynn Spears (seen at left with Lindsay Lohan of all people) doesn't have that luxury. She has spent more than two thirds of her life with that train wreck of a sister as a roll modle and now according to the National Enquirer she's following in big sis's footsteps. That rag of paper has gone reported that 16 year old Jamie is with child. Tisk, tisk tisk, babies having babies.

I'm sure this isn't true, but I really wish it was. This is America god damn it, and if you're going to be a fucked up family you should do it balls deep. Lynne, the mother of these two trailer park whores, should be so proud that she may live to be a great-great-grandmother one the age of 67.


Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Does It Bollocks

Don't get me wrong, I like guilty pleasure music too, but I really like the good stuff. After seeing Morrissey do a great set on Monday night I'm even more determined to embrace the truly worthy music. Is it too much to hope that there's a real story behind the song, even if it's a story we will never be told. Is it too much to ask that the music is played with some passion, and likewise received passionately. Watching people fight over Morrissey's shirts when he threw them into the crowd, or get body slammed while climbing on stage for a chance to hug him, I knew there was passion there.

Listening to some of my favorite music of the year, I know there is passion in these songs too. Augie March's "One Crowded Hour", Missy Higgins' "Going North", Son Volt's "The Picture" or even Colbie Caillat's "Feelings Show" are all songs that tell a story, and express feeling. Even songs that are just a loud and fun good time like "Fluorescent Adolescence" by Arctic Monkeys or the great Barroom sing-a-longs by the Fratellis are done with a burning passion by the artists.

The catch with most of the songs I've listed above is that all but two of those artists are from outside the US. I'm not the only person who thinks the music industry in the States is slipping. Bob Lefsetz, a music industry insider, opines about it in one of his recent editions of "The Lefsetz Letter." Click here to read the whole letter, but sufficed to say, he likes some of the same stuff as I do. And that's good work out of him.


Monday, July 23, 2007

All I wanna do is play kickball.

I went to Catholic school, and I wasn't the greatest student. In addition to being learning disabled (I am dyslexic, Just Like Theo Huxtable!) I don't have the greatest work ethic in the world. As a grade-school aged kid I would get frustrated very easily by how hard everything was for me and I would end up very apathetic. In short, I didn't try as hard as I could.

In the 5th grade we started to play kickball at recess, and then it was on. I sat through the first part of the day gazing out the window at the parking lot that served as our diamond. Once inside from our games I sat at my desk updating the stats for our contest. We had regular teams and kept a running total of wins and losses. This is when my "sports nerd" persona was born, allowing me an outlet for keeping kicking averages, runs scored and RKIs (runs kicked in) for all the competitors. I set about these tasks with the utmost care and attention. I actually credit this endeavor with showing me a practical way to learn long division.

Late in 6th grade i got a knock on the head, however. Not only did my plant foot slip one day while kicking, causing me to fall backward, crashing my head into the parking lot, giving me my first concussion. But, some of the boys also started becoming less interested in kickball and more interested in the girls jumping rope. It's not like I didn't notice when Janine and Amy started to have bumps under their sweaters where there were no bumps before. I just wanted to stay focused on the one thing that made my day enjoyable.

As a 31 year old man, I no longer have an outlet like kickball. My job provides day to day work that I often have just as hard a time focusing on as I did on my school work back at St. Francis. I have fun things to look forward to with my fantastic wife and my Friends, but I don't have that daily thing to look forward to, and that makes me sad. In some ways this blog is like my modern version of tabulating those kickball stats back then. I do it when I'm supposed to be doing my work, and it is on most days it's the most fun I have at my desk. Now all I need is a red rubber ball.


Saturday, July 21, 2007

If You're a Potter Geek... Don't read this.

Voldemort kills 6 people, who I don't know cause I stopped reading kids books when I was 13. Then in the end he gets killed by trying to kill Harry only to have his spell reflected back at him. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Simpsons episode that spoofed the Potter series.

I'm so glad this is over, now we just need to wait out a dozen or so more movies and we'll be golden.

I'm an asshole. And I'm OK with that.

Friday, July 20, 2007

More Changes to The List

I just did a massive overhaul of my Top 5 list a few months ago, but I've had a change of heart. And Kat Von D will do that to you. She was among those that I was looking at the last time that I changed, but so much of this list is based on ever changing stimuli. At the time there was a lot of coverage of Katherine Heigl and I succumbed to it. Don't get me wrong, she is a fucking knock-out, but her time has come and gone on the list. So step aside Katherine, and welcome to Kat who Takes her spot at #2.
There is really no denying Kat's extreme hotness. Even if she didn't have one tattoo she would be amazingly beautiful. But, when you take her raven framed face and add some stars around the eyes, she gets even more attractive. That is to say nothing of the rest of the adornment that only seems to enhance her brickhouse of a body. She has all the best features of a true 40's era pin-up to go with the decoration of a modern suicide girl.

In short, she makes me feel funny down in the bathing suit area. And I like it. I am also going to have to say good bye to my old number 5, to make way for another fantastic Cali girl. Gone is Mandy Moore but now arriving at gate 5 is Kari Byron, the hot, part nerd, part artist, part scientist from Mythbusters. Kari has a great body, a thousand watt smile and a brain for science. All of which turn me on no end. I never felt quite right not having three blonds on my list and no redheads, and with the addition of Kari and Kat all is right with the world.

Please to enjoy the following pictures of my new Top 5 list:
#5 Kari Byron, from Mythbusters, sporting a bikini...
...more Kari
#4 Jemina Pearl Abegg, dancin' on stage at a be your own PET show...
... more Jemina
#3 Evangeline Lilly: Ooooooh Canada!
... more Evangeline
#2 Kat Von D: I can't wait for LA Ink...
...more Kat
#1 Liz Phair: I wish she'd come back from her hiatus.
...more Liz

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Greazy On the Road: Pittsburgh.

My work took me to Pittsburgh PA over the last few days and I found it to be quite an interesting city. I live in the middle of PA and Inky is from the East of the Keystone state. We traveled to the north a few weeks ago, and now that I've headed out to the Steel City again It's only served to remind me that this is quite a diverse state. Here's a few things I encountered on my trip.

They've got one hell of a ballpark in Pittsburgh. I've seen a game there, but that was 5 years ago. It was nice to at least see the outside again.
They are real proud of there slang in this town! You don't see the local catch phrase spray painted in other towns, such as 'Hon' in Baltimore or 'What the fuck are you lookin' at?' in Philly.

This sign lead me to believe that there was one magical area of Pittsburgh where the beers are warm and watery and the chicks will show you nipple for a buck a pop.

Turns out the Strip District is not what I thought at all, but as fate would have it, I found this place right around the corner from the sign.
Although, while in the Strip District I did get a tasty Extra Long hot dog... a place called Frankie's. You don't get much better when it comes to local flare, and small neighborhood charm.

All in all it was a good and productive trip. While I was out west I also met up with some friends and we took a jaunt out to Canton Ohio. The story of that trip can be found over at I&TSG.


Monday, July 16, 2007

Bad At It's Very Best.

First things first: if you do a Google image search on someone and every photo you find has them in either a hat or a bandanna, then they are bald. Ergo, Bret Michaels is bald.

Now that that's out of the way I can move on to VH1's new stroke of brilliance: Rock of Love. I didn't think it was possible for women to come off more desperate, stupid and trampy as they did on Flavor of Love but alas they do. This show is like a multi car pile up on the freeway, it's all at once terrible and you fascinating. You can't turn away from 21 women throwing themselves at a 44 year old, ex-glam rocker who describes his perfect woman as someone who will be understanding and cool about what happens on the road.

I can't believe that there are still groupie chicks who want to fuck Bret Michaels, that is unless they are the same ones who wanted to fuck him in 1987. Does he really go on tour and hook up with 19 year olds, or is he hooking up with women who now have daughters who are 19? In any case, VH1 was able to find at least 21 women who were willing to chase after him like he was Brad Pitt, but the field is hardly a strong one.

That all adds to the flavor, however, as some of the younger ones run down the older ones and we the viewer get to play an exciting game of 'guess which body part is real.' During the premiere one girl remarked that only a few of the girls in the house had their own boobs, and I would go so far as to say that only about half of them have their original noses. The copious amount of fake breasts did lead to the opportunity for one girl to remark that another house mate had "Clown Tits" which caused me to laugh uncontrollably. Clown Tits. Go ahead, try and say it with out at least smiling, and better yet, keep in mind for the next time you see that late 30's chick with the obvious boob job and then try not to laugh.

Sadly this show should be over before it even starts. There is only one girl worth consideration among the group and her name is Jes Rickleff (photo left). Her little bio on the VH1 page says she's a licenced cosmetologist and that she's never cheated on a boyfriend. That's all well and good, but she's also that rare mix of pretty and hot brought together by her 4 tattoos and 9 piercings all set off by her pink accented hair. I think it will come down to her and Lacey Conner who is a singer in her own band and also sports color altered hair, hers being all red. The real question when it come to the girls of Rock of Love is this: Is it too late to enroll Tiffany Carmona in that Charm School, or AA even. After getting bumped at the very start she worked her way back into the house only to make a huge fucking fool out of herself by getting plastered. As the evening wore on and she became less coherent I became hopeful that she would make it back for at least one more show. And my wish was granted!

This show will be greater comedy than Flavor of Love and I Love New York combined. But, say what you will about Flav, at least you can find photo's of him without a hat on. And we know New York's hair is as fake as Bret's.


Friday, July 13, 2007

A-Oh, Oh-A...This Girl Rocks.

All the obvious reasons aside, I now have a new reason to love Alyssa Milano. Sure, she's hot, but it took one small fact to make her stand out in my mind. Alyssa Milano is a huge baseball fan. Like, a real one. Not one of those chicks who just goes to the game a swoons over on guy in tight pants and has no idea what is going on out on the Field. She even writes her own baseball blog, which due to her access, is a bit better then the sports blog I write for. Just take one trip through the dozen or so post's Samantha's done (oops, it's hard to forget the W.T.B. days) and you'll see that she truly loves the game, and more importantly the Dodgers. That ends up being real nice synergy for Alyssa, since she was born in Brooklyn to two Italian, Brooklyn natives. She, like dem Bums, went west for the glitz, glamor and aura of Tinseltown.
I have a lot more respect for Hollywood types who are real fans of a team who doesn't always win. It was real easy for Jack Nicholson to become a Lakers fan, but Alyssa was 9 the first time the Dodgers won in her life, and that was before she was famous. Sure, she was 16 at the time of Gibson's two-run shot, but it's not like L.A. was the front runner in that series against Oakland (who by the way, replaced their Elephant mascot with a big syringe, named Sir Ringie for the '88 season to honor Jose and Mark. He's a knight, don't you know.)
So now I have more reason then ever to love Alyssa Milano. I was in love with her when I was a kid back in the 80's. We're both Italian, both Dyslexic and we both love baseball. Add to that the fact that she did a hot, lesbian nude scene in the movie Embrace of the Vampire and I was hot, and nude from the waist down when I watched the movie Embrace of the Vampire and it's clear. We're two peas in a pod, we are.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Please God... Someone Make Her Stop!

I posted the other day about the enjoyment I got from watching the Australian part of Live Earth. It was chock-a-block of fantastic performers who know how to sing, write and play.

England wasn't so lucky.

While watching the coverage of the London show, I happened to flip by while the Black Eyed Peas were on. I'm not a fan of theirs, as i feel they have no real talent to speak of, but at least they had that "Where Is the Love" song to sing that has a good message. But then it happened. They let Fergie take center stage to sing her new single "Big Girls Don't Cry."

This might just be the worst song ever written, a fact made worse by the fact that the song that previously held that title was "My Humps" also sung by Fergie. It was hard enough to stomach this beast-faced, pants-pissing ho when she was faux-rapping. But, semi-earnest and an attempt at tender really make me want to puke.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that this song is a bigger affront to our way of life than President Bush. And if you know me, that's saying something. OK, I take it back. Bush is still the bigger danger, but young people actually listen to Fergie, which puts her at the top of the list.

If you haven't heard the song, take some time to make yourself sick by clicking here, and try not to laugh too hard when she coos "I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket." More importantly, try not to be too grossed out by the last line: "We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds. But it's time for me to go home. It's getting late, dark outside. I need to be with myself and center, clarity. Peace, Serenity."

Wow. Just... wow.


Monday, July 09, 2007

DC No Longer Metro-Sexual

Way back in 1992 I spent a month in Russia's two largest cities, and one of the things that I have long remembered from that trip is Moscow's subway. The long elegant stairways leading to a platform that had sculpture and paintings on display. I'm sure it's much different now, 15 years later, but it was the type of thing that I remember being impressed by. And it was a kind of cold war pissing match, which nations capitol had the nicer subway.

I grew up in the shadow of New York city, and those were trains that didn't impress any one. I was born, however, just outside of Washington DC, and the DC metro was the very model of mass transit in the US. The trains were always clean, and the stations had their own ambiance. The vaulted, honey comb ceilings and the floor that looked like it was a patio of a very nice beach house. Plus, there was hardly any advertising in the stations back in the early 90's. You always felt safe in the DC Metro, and you were always proud to show it to visitors since is was like putting our best "mass transit" foot forward.

Now the new boss of the DC metro wants to make sweeping changes starting with, but not limited to jacking up the amount of billboards. The thinking apparently is: why charge more for for a ride on the Metro, when you can just cut the extras. That would be sound thinking if we all didn't know that a few years after cutting back on the ambiance, they would just raise the cost anyway. This is definitely not good work out of those in charge of the DC Metro.


Sunday, July 08, 2007

Live From the Earth, It's Saturday

Will it solve the wolds energy crisis? I doubt it. But maybe Live Earth will end up making a few people think twice about leaving the light on upstairs when they don't plan on going up there till midnight. Plus, they did a good job of appealing to the one thing people really care about... money. The new light bulbs will last five years, and lower your electric bill, so some more people may got on board. It wasn't exactly Sheryl Crow telling people to wipe with only one square of TP, so I think more people than not will take some time to think about their impact on the planet.
As for Saturday, 7/7/07, the music was great. I stayed up late Friday into Saturday to listen to a few of my favorite artists perform at Aussie Stadium. Paul Kelly, Missy Higgins, John Butler and Kev Carmody did a great rendition of "From Little Things Big Things Grow" which is one of my all time favorite songs. Kelly also performed a few other all time fav's in "Deeper Water" and "How to Make Gravy" but sadly he didn't do his new epic "The Ballad of Queenie and Rover."
John Butler Trio and Eskimo Joe were both great, but I was waiting for two of the last few acts to take the stage. Missy Higgins did a fantastic 7 song set that included a few tracks from her 9 time Platinum 2005 record "The Sound of White" in addition to 4 from this year's "On a Clear Night." The ever adorable Victorian is one of the artists who is very convincing in her passion for the cause. Plus she's a top notch performer.

In the end however, it was no secret who everyone, the artists included, wanted to see. "How Great is it going to be to see Crowded House?" Higgins asked as she wrapped up her set. And it was great. They played all the classics, and when the power went out during "Weather With You" Neil Finn joked about putting the message of conservation into practice. "I guess they turned the lights off to send a message. It's OK, as long as we have the PA we're OK." They also played "Weather With You" with all the other acts on stage with them. There was the past present and future of Aussie Music on stage all together like a big family. Oh yeah, and Jack Johnson but I'll look past that. Then they booted the rest off, and just Crowded House came back to wrap things up with a great rendition of "Better Be Home Soon."

All in all it was a great evening, and although the world only got to see Johnson, Wolfmother, and Crowded House on the international broadcast, I got to see it all. At my computer. In the middle of the night. Using electricity to run my computer and my CD recorder. Oh well. At least I had my lights out.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Record Review: Sara Bareilles "Little Voice"

It's been a month and a half since I reviewed one of my new records, so I thought I'd hit you with some Sara B. Who is Sara Bareilles you ask. And how do you pronounce her name? Well, as for the latter it is Bar-rell-Is, but the former is a bit harder of a question for me to answer. Luckily, She does a great job of it her self either through her self updated web site or MySpace page, but mostly through her music.

I first heard about Sara from a Friend back in early '05. Her music was featured in a movie called "Girl Play" which is a true story about two stage actresses who fall for one another during the production of a play that calls on them to portray lovers. After seeing the Movie for myself I also noticed that her music jumped right out of my speakers and grabbed me. She has the most beautiful and smooth voice you can imagine and she's an above average piano player as well.

Once I had picked up a copy of her independent first record "Careful Confessions" I was blown away by her work. Her song writing is powerful and evocative, and easily related to. Her bluesy style, added to her fantastic range made for a gripping listening experience. The rawness of her indie produced record (which featured 4 tracks recorded live at a club) was all at once refreshing and showed promise for the future. My only worry was that some pop producer would get ahold of Sara B and turn her into a Britney/Jessica.

I had nothing to worry about, however, as the new record does the songs fantastic credit. There are 6 tracks (One Sweet Love, Come Round Soon, Love on the Rocks, City, Fairytale, and Gravity) that were on the old record, but all have a new flair to them. The 6 new tracks speak well of Sara's growth as both a song writer and a singer.

The first single, Love Song, is bound to be a hit. It succeeds in being easy to relate to despite the obvious singer/songwriter centric approach. "I'm not gonna write you a love song, because you asked for it..." not many of us have been asked to write a love song, but we all know the feeling. Almost everyone has felt put upon by a lover, and this song gets those feelings across very well.

The second track on the record joins the litany of songs written about Las Vegas. However, on Vegas Sara craftily paints a picture of throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance, which after all is what Sin City is all about. "I'm gonna sell my car and go to Vegas, cause somebody told me that's where dreams would be." she starts adding later "No fame no money, I'm nobody, The way I'm running has sure got me down on my knees. Next stop, Vegas Please."

Following on the heals of Love Song about relationships, Vegas about aspirational abandon is Bottle It Up which is a song of empowerment that flies in the face of the feminist subversion being undertaken by most female artists these days. It has a catchy tempo, but no drum machine or guest appearance by a rapper, so I don't know how popular it will be, but if you have a teen daughter, or son for that matter, make them listen to the positive message contained. "Only one good thing worth tryin' to be, and it's Love" Sara sings as an answer to the song's opening statement: "There'll be girls across the nation that'll eat this up. 'babe, I know it's your soul, but could you bottle it up?'"

The rest of the album is also pure gold, and should be among the top of the records I count in the TGWOOfY 50 for 2007. If you have some time to kill, you should head over to Sara's web site or MySpace which I provided links to above. Or just go to YouTube and put her name in and watch her at the piano; pouring her soul into the Mic. She's everything we should want out of a popular musician, and "Little Voice" is some damn good work out of her.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Tasty Vittles: Skeeter's Pit BBQ, Shamokin Dam PA

As I said yesterday, Inky and I found a great place to eat on our travels this week. On our way north we passed a billboard that stood out among all of the adult bookstores and fireworks stands along the road. (We counted 7 different Adult bookstores in a 28 mile stretch of PA route 11 and 15. I mean.... damn, I like porn and all, but that's a lot!) The billboard was for Skeeter's Pit BBQ, which made me laugh both because I am simple, and Inky kept repeating a line from a South Park episode that used the name Skeeter.

As we drove past the place, one thing stood out... literally. The restaurant is perched high atop a hill overlooking the Susquehanna river, where 11 and 15 split. It has a sweeping view of the river, the east bank and Shamokin Dam. Their tag line is: "You'll love the food and never forget the view" which turned out to be true on both counts.

Inky got a pulled chicken platter, and I had a combo plate featuring their half rack of ribs and beef brisket. The platter comes with beans, corn bread and some fantastic coleslaw that tasted very fresh. The brisket was simply amazing, so tender and flavorful and the ribs were great too. Skeeter's BBQ sauce is above average and it is obvious that a lot of care goes into making their food. Above all (pun intended) the food just seems to taste better with that great view. Plus, Skeeters serves beer if you want to get your drink on while chowing down and taking in the view.

That's good work out of you Skeeter!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Road Trippin'

Inky and I are back from our trek to the wild north of Pennsylvania. We hiked the long trail at Ricketts Glen State Park, and roughed it at a B&B. Along the way, our will was tested and our resolve to just survive was pushed to the max. OK, so that's bullshit. But I did get a blister on our hike, and after swimming in the big, cold-ass lake lil' Greazy experienced some massive shrinkage.

We stayed about a half an hour from the park at a place called the Eagles Mere Inn which is in the tiny little town of Eagles Mere. The town has it's own, private lake and some nice little shops, Inns and restaurants. Just the type of quaint feel you would expect from a late 19th century resort town that bills it self as "the Town That Time Forgot." We had an amazing dinner at the Inn, expertly crafted by Chef Toby, who taught himself by using his brother's textbooks from Culinary School. The bed at the Inn was a bit lumpy and much smaller than Inky and I are used to, but it was a lovely place to stay.

The Trail is quite simply breathtaking. It snakes through the forest, starting at an elevation of 1250 ft and topping out at 2350. Along the way you pass 23 waterfalls that range from tiny trickles going over an 11 foot rock face to surging sheets of water tumbling over multiple ledges from nearly 100 feet up.

We were a bit over prepared, having headed the warnings on the parks web site. The list of things I had in my pack was far and away more than we needed (Zippo Lighter, a gallon of water half of which was frozen so it would stay cold, a nearly foot-long army issue Bayanett knife, packets of tuna and mayo along with pita bread for lunch, granola bars, sunflower seeds, first aid kit, and extra socks.) We were about a half mile into the woods when we saw some people walking in sandals. I still contend that you can never be too prepared, even though I didn't take my GPS into the woods with me.

After our hike we went for a swim in Lake Jean, which looked so inviting after a long hike. We changed in the horrendous bathrooms, and set up on the beach. The air temperature was somewhere between 70 and 75 and the water was also pretty cool, so we didn't stay in too long. It did make for a very nice, and quite invigorating swim.

On the way home we stopped for a meal, of food, at a new restaurant that I'll post about tomorrow. And today, Inky welcomed a new member to the family, making for a fantastic end to our trip. Now: it's back to work.


Sunday, July 01, 2007

And We're Off

Inky and I are hitting the road to do some more Hiking up at Rickett's Glen State Park. The trail we'll be walking passes 22 different waterfalls, and stretches for over 8 miles. I hope we're up to it... OK I hope I'm up to it. I know Inky is. I'll post pictures later!