Jeffs Bachelor Weekend  
October 13 - 14, 07 
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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. 


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.


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.


Salads? 


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.


Nice self portrait. Whatever. It's my website.


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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