Jeff's
getting married in two weeks, so we had to take him out for a
weekend and remind him of all the things he'll miss once he's
married.
Just kidding. We'll be doing these things long
after I'm divorced. Kidding again. I couldn't do half
the things I do without...
Fog. We drove up to
Bill's cabin (without Bill) on Pennsylvania's Pine
Creek Friday night and woke up Saturday morning to lots of
fog.
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When the fog finally burned off, we
we're hungry. We headed to the Waterville Hotel for
breakfast
. Though the car
out front looks like mine, in fact it's the same year and model,
it's not mine. What significance does that have with anything? Nothing. I just thought
it was funny. Since I'm taking the pictures and doing the write
up, I get to say and do what I
want.
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Like show you pictures of the
place-mat. Not beneficial for most, but I'm going to a
wedding in Tennessee next weekend, so it was a good
refresher.
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Salads?
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After a ridiculously gluttonous
breakfast, Jeff and I went for a hike at Slate Run. There was a
trail we used to take to the top with some cool old rock
quarry action and nice views of the valley on the other side of
the peak. Along the way Jeff found it necessary to practice his rock
rolling down the steep slope. Whatever. It was his
weekend.
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Nice self portrait. Whatever. It's my
website.
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We knew it was bow/muzzleloader deer season,
but figured we'd try our luck with a hike anyway. Almost 3/4 of the
way up we ran into this guy . See the hunter? He didn't see us. We made some
noise and stood around hoping he'd see us and wave us on to avoid
any angry hunter confrontation scenarios. He never saw us or at
least never made any indication that he'd seen us. Even though we
saw him smoking a pipe and questioned
his serious as a hunter at the late morning hour, we gave him
the benefit of the doubt and went another way. That way quickly led
to private property that appeared to be occupied by the property
owners, so we turned around (again). As we were headed back to the
car, we saw some backpackers headed up past the hunter. Phuckit.
They're disturbing his hunt, so will we. We went back up the hill
and went by him. He had what appeared to be a rifle and actually had
it pointed down the hill toward the private property owner area.
As I went by I nodded and he nodded back.
I'm
still not sure what the hell he was
doing.
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