Tinmouth and Clarendon Gorge

Electric line gap. Looking down on Clarendon? I'm no good at geography.


Dobson the car, looking snug in the mountains.


Some hill. Somewhere.


Down the road from some hill. Somewhere.


The road. Hill not pictured.


Opposite of road. Another frakkin' hill.


The sleepy town of Clarendon Springs. Yes, that's really a town.


Tinmouth Mountain....Maybe.


More (possible) Tinmouth.


These I know. Danby Hill in the foreground. Mounts Dorset and Woodlawn in the back.


Beautiful Clarendon Gorge, which looked like another mountain from Google Maps. I had printouts to hike it and everything! But what I really needed was a canoe.

Very Emergency

Tonight at Club two sixth graders got into an argument over whether "emo" meant you cut your wrists.

What would the Promise Ring say about this?

My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco will pay at the Great White Thrown Judgment for their impertinence!

Let's review:


The Good Guys (aka, the funnest band of 1998)


The Bad Guys (aka, we're all very constipated)

Where's the Beef?

It's still very green around here. And warm. I figured we'd be a couple of weeks ahead of the Midwest as far as fall goes, but unseasonably warm temps have put my deductive skills to shame. Shame!


Getting there. But still a ways to go.


Some red. Some sun.


A sea of green. (Or more accurately, a small pond.)