These days, if you aren't in Gaysville, you probably wish that you were. It wasn't so "groovy" when I was twelve!
Not having children of our own, on the occasion that we "borrow" one (like Noah here), we have no idea how to properly care for them.
Our very own "organic" vegetables. An unyun, pees and Toddy-taters.
Back to New Jersey for Taylor's graduation party! Conratulations Taylor!
The kegerator! So many memories!
Back in the Vermont... Mushrooms is crazy!
Shelly practicing the dark arts to get a fire started.
A lazy Vermonts afternoon!
I call this plant, "The Prickler".
The Wallingford Cemetery. Why not come visit?..... Forever!
So I decided to hike the trail to Little Rock Pond. It's high summer which means everyone is trying to get either the Appalachian Trail (over-achievers) or Long Trail (under-achievers) off their bucket list!
This is the Little Rock Pond. I met a bevy of hikers on the trail; some stunk and some didn't. It was a good mix.
Newts are real! Unlike the Seven Cities of Gold or Trickle-Down Economics. Who knew? They may be real, but that doesn't mean they aren't lazy. Am I wrong?
View of Little Rock Pond from the Little Rock. There were rumors of treasure on the island from a band of forest pirates. I would have looked for it myself but there just wasn't enough time.
That's the "Little Rock" near the bottom left that gives the pond it's clever moniker!
I'm not sure why, but I love "captain obvious" signs like this. The sign is on the Little Rock itself, near the 30 foot drop to the rocks below. It reads "no camping". Admirable restraint to not make it "no camping, stupid."
There sure are a lot of signs off the beaten path...
The trail marker. Nature's way of saying, "this way, jackass."
Trail fruit! To eat or not to eat? I guess it depends if you remembered to bring the toilet paper... or not.
