Monthly Archives: September 2006

Goat Races

Today was the day – the 28th annual running of the goats. This is the fourth consecutive year I’ve attended this ridiculous event.

A goat wearing a hat
A well-dressed goat

I took a couple more pictures.

I also have pictures from the 2004 and 2005 races.

Maple Syrup

Brandi and I went to the Bloomsburg Fair tonight. There was the normal assortment of games, rides, barnyard animals, weirdos, etc.

Just as we were about to leave, this caught my eye:

Lumberjack shirt
Lumberjack Shirt

It was a woman wearing a shirt advertising the New York State Woodsmen’s Field Day, a lumberjack festival. I’m a big fan of the woods, and (perhaps surprisingly) of lumberjacks. Everybody knows two things about lumberjacks:

  1. Lumberjacks wear flannel shirts
  2. Lumberjacks eat pancakes for breakfast.

Everybody also knows that pancakes are no good without syrup on them, and we’ve discussed the evils of Mrs. Butterworth previously. If you want to grow up to be a big, manly lumberjack, you need real maple syrup, from real maple trees.
As luck would have it, the lady inside the shirt was running a maple syrup stand.
Pat's Sugarhouse
Pat’s Sugarhouse

We bought a pint of her syrup (we were fresh out), and she told us all about lumberjacks and her sugaring operation. In exchange for free publicity on bonius.com, she invited us to come out in the spring and check out her trees and syrup production facilities, which was pretty darn cool of her.
She doesn’t have a web page yet, but we might be able to barter a site in exchange for a bucket or two of syrup.

Anyhow, if you’re eating dry pancakes, you’re a damn fool, and I don’t think you could get maple syrup from a nicer lady. So here’s how to get some of her syrup:

Pat’s Sugarhouse
14611 Dickson St.
Guys Mills, PA 16327
Phone: 814.377.2483
Fax: 814.337.1366
pmihailov(at)zoominternet(dot)com

NOW you tell me…

From the first google result for “sunset rocks trail:”

The scramble over boulders on the Sunset Rocks trail is not difficult for an experienced hiker, but could be dangerous in wet conditions.

[...]

The Sunset Rocks’ ridge is especially challenging, and doing it in the rain is not recommended

I wish I would have googled the trail beforehand.

Sunset Rocks

Yesterday, Brandi and I went into the woods in hopes of completing another 10 miles of the Appalachian trail. It was kind of a misty, dreary day, so we had the whole woods all to ourselves.

Leaves are falling
The leaves are starting to turn.

We saw a sign for a blue-blazed bypass trail called “Sunset rocks.” It sounded pleasant enough, like maybe it was a retirement home for mountain climbers or something. It was only 2.5 miles long, and the map showed a scenic overlook on it, so we figured that would make a nice place to have lunch.

The trail wandered through the woods, and then shot straight up an evil climb. This is to be expected on the way to a scenic vista.

The view was somewhat less spectacular than I was hoping, obscured by trees, but pretty nonetheless.

The view from sunset rocks
The view from the overlook

The trail kept climing, so, hoping for better views, we pressed on. Things rapidly went to shit from here. We quickly found ourselves on a craggy boulder outcropping. The blazes were painted directly on the boulders. We successfully navigated maybe 2 or three of these things before I fell. Maybe 8 feet, but it easily could have been 20 or more. I got scraped up, and I hurt my shoulder pretty bad.

Now, we were in a world of shit. I had only limited use of my right arm. I didn’t think I would be able to go back the way I came, but the way forward was equally bad. The rocks were wet and covered in lichen.

Battle wounds
My battle scars

We made a guess that after a half mile of these boulders, we should almost be done with them, so we pressed on slowly. After a few more (less dramatic) falls, we made it back to the AT.
We did manage to get our 10 miles in.

Today, I can’t even lift my arm far enough to put on deodorant. If it’s no better in a day or two, I guess I’ll have to seek out medical attention.

Anyhow, for the benefit of google (and everyone, I guess), and since there are no signs warning people about this:

The Sunset Rocks trail in the Michaux State Forest is a fairly technical bouldering trail. Do not attempt unless you are experienced, insane, and have a good life insurance policy. At least if it’s been raining out.

If you like pictures, there are more pictures of this trip in my gallery.

Pirates of the Susquehanna

Yo Ho, Yo Ho!
A Pirate’s life for me!
We pillage and plunder and we rifle and loot
Drink up, me Hearties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot!
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!

Avast!

Spent Saturday night with me crew swillin’ grog ‘n carryin’ on. Since we already layed waste to all the towns between Lewisburg and Sunbury, and burnt to the ground all the villages between Montomery and Milton on other trips, we left our saucy wenches behind, and set off to put the water between Milton and Lewisburg under the keels and claim the entire lower 23 miles of the west branch Susquehannna river for our own selves. Savvy?

Bottom 23 miles of the West Branch Susquehanna River
This summer’s conquest

Arrr!

Cap’n Bone, the Klinutor/Klinutus brothers, Stinky (the bilge rat), and the Mad Taoist rounded out me crew.

Klinutus on the rope swing
Shiver Me Timbers, Klinutus found a rope swing!

Treasure was what we was after, an’ treasure we found. In a secret lagoon, we found many a round treasure chest, bearin’ the name of him that buried it there. There was tresure from Cap’n Goodyear, Cap’n Firestone, and the terrible old one-eyed Cap’n Dunlop.

Treasure lagoon
Avast! There be buried treasure about!

Not a bad day’s piratin‘ if I do say so me own self.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho!
A pirate’s life for me!
We’re beggars and blighters and ne’er do well cads!
Drink up, me hearties, Yo Ho!
Aye, but we are loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho,
A pirate’s life for me!

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