Below are an assortment of photos from the trip. (Lilia requested that her photos not be posted.)
|We borrowed a kayak for an overnight camping trip on Jabe Pond.|
|Kayaking on Jabe Pond.|
|Me and BJ at the falls in Ticonderoga.|
|The ruins at Fort Crown Point.|
|Standing in one of the fort windows.|
|BJ and me at the beginning on our backpacking trip in the High Peaks region of the Adirondacks.|
|We left our packs and camp and went for a day hike to summit a few of the high peaks.|
|Squeezing through some big boulders.|
|Having lunch in the shade, at the top of Wolfjaw.|
|Climbing a ladder, en route to Armstong.|
|At the top of Armstrong.|
|The downed trees are from Hurricane Irene.|
The yellow marks on the rocks indicate the trails.
|Enjoying a hearty dinner post-hike.|
|It poured for 13 hours straight thought the night.|
Fortunately we were able to stay dry under the lean-to.
We're packing up to leave for our final day of backpacking.
|The trails weren't in great shape. After 13 hours of rain, the trails turned to mush.|
|As I didn't want to ship my backpack to New York, I borrowed BJ's|
old external frame backpack. I forgot how monstrous these packs are.
BJ and Lilia made fun of my pack with the raincover;
they thought I looked like an astronaut carrying a jetpack.
|Crossing a sizable river, with my refrigerator-sized pack.|
|BJ let me borrow his poles for this crossing;|
with my poor sense of balance, I likely would have taken a plunge.
|BJ photographing the aftermath of a mosquito bite on my face.|
|Resting, without the heavy packs.|
|Cooking dinner, aside our one-and-only fire for the trip.|
|It wasn't necessarily that chilly out;|
I wore all my layers to protect against the bugs.
|Being not-so serious.|
|Enjoying the views, from atop Ampersand.|
Though not considered to be one of the "high peaks," this mountaintop had the best views.
|It was gorgeous looking down on all the lakes.|
|Going for a ~cold~ dip (hence the funny face) after a day of hiking.|
(Yes, I purposely cropped-off this photo just above my tan lines.)
|Cooking dinner at Camp Santanoni, a grandiose compound of cabins built in the late 1800's.|
|The next morning, we set out for a bike ride to visit the lodge at the great camp.|
|Riding the pleasant 5-mile trail back to the lodge.|
Some sections of the trail were a bit too rocky and sandy for my Surly,
but Shirley and I managed.
|BJ, in front of the creamery at Camp Santanoni.|
|Setting up my tent in the lean-to at John Dillon Park.|
Although the lean-tos protected us from the rain, they did not protect us from
the flies, mosquitoes, and other biting creatures.
|Washing the shirt I've worn nearly every day for the last two months.|
|BJ looks out over Handsome Lake.|
|I woke up one morning to find that eight slugs had made themselves|
at home on my Tevas. Yuck!
|BJ, leaning over the edge of the Kinzua Dam.|
|Me, leaning over the Kinzua Dam.|
|A little stage-setting for the next few photos of the Kinzua Bridge.|
|You can see the large section of the bridge that was wiped out by the tornado.|
|Looking down onto the mangled bridge supports.|
|Atop the Kinzua Bridge.|
|We had some fun laying on the tracks across the Kinzua Bridge.|
|This is what I'd look like if I were run over by a train.|
|BJ thinks this should be the photo on an album cover.|
Ya know, should I ever become a rock star.
|This one cracks me up -- I look like a blow-up doll.|
|Now BJ is the blow-up doll.|
|Atop Mt Jackson, at Indiana Dunes State Park.|
The elevation is almost laughable.
|At the top of the sand dunes, with Lake Michigan down below.|
|BJ, trying to make out the Chicago skyline across the water.|
|Not exactly an attractive background for a beach, but it was quite a popular beach nonetheless.|
|BJ smokes, with the assistance of the smokestack in the background.|
|A cool art installation at the Margee Marsh.|