Boston and New York, January 2007

Boston and New York, January 2007

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Canoeing that Buffalo River, Summer 06

This adventure took place on the Lower Buffalo river near the border of Arkansas and Missouri. After a 10 hour drive to North Little Rock, we stayed the night with Erik's cousin Falsto and girlfriend Kasey. Two hours north, we put in. We Paddled 9 miles in the first half day, and Falsto and Kasey left the treck there (they had to work the next morning). We camped on a bluff overlooking the Buffalo river, and racoons (as well as other unidentified scary sounding animals) got into our trash. We contenued by paddeling 15 miles the next day, camping on a sandbar. We finished the last leg of the trip by paddeling 9 miles to where the Buffalo meets the White River, and the speed picks up. At the intersection, Erik and I decided to take a swim, but being that the water was 45 degrees, we didn't swim for more than a minute! We got to our pull-out point, ship's Landing, at 3pm, and our transportation was late....6 hours late. In that six hours, a thunderstorm rolled in, and the five of us had to huddle under a tarp in order to stay away from the elements. When transportation arrived, (after%2

Toledo Bend, Summer 06*

This adventure was at Toledo Bend, a mammoth 250,000 acre reservoir known for it's legendary fishing. It is situated on the Texas/Louisiana border. We spent three days trying to catch boatloads of fish, but, to our dismay, my younger brother was the only one to catch fish. Tried and true fishing methods failed us, so I believe someone told the fish that we were coming. The boat died on us during the last morning of fishing, Dad is seen above working on the motor. I believe that I have been on more fishing trips with him in which he has to work on the outboard than not, so it wouldn't be a fishing trip without him cussing at the boat. Those in attendance were My younger brother Will, my father Lee, My Grandfather Bruiser, and Me.

Grand Isle Camping, Spring 06

This was a last minute trip we put together to go camping at Grand Isle State park. The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina was evident, as much of the surrounding area was still in shambles after 8 months. What started out as 3 guys and a case of beer ended up as 5 guys( Louis and Brian met us there), 2 cases of beer, a fifth of Jim Beam, and a fifth of Muskadine wine. I woke up on a park bench outside of my tent. Those in attendance were Erik, Martin, Brian, Louis, and Me.

Euro Trip 05

This adventure was a last minute, no planning adventure. I went to see my brother Sam, who was stationed at an Army base in Germany, for Christmas. I got to meet his beautiful fiancee Nadia (shown with us on the park bench). We were passing a train station, and decided to take a -fly by the seat of our pants- adventure. We booked train tickets from Frankfurt (Germany) to Calogne (Germany) to Amsterdam (Holland) to Paris (France), all in the course of 5 days. We made no hotel or hostle reservations, we just got out of the trainstation and started looking for lodging. This worked out well, because Nadia can speak 7 different languages. If we did not find lodging fast, we worked on plan H, for Hammett (when plans A,B,C,D,E,F&G did not work out!!) which envolves finding the nearest bar and drinking a beer...planning our next move. The girl giving me a hug is Naima, the bartender of the Peace and Love hostel in Paris. I taught her how to make a Bloody Mary. It was a shame to have to leave Europe, but I am looking for a good excuse to return!

Appalachian Trail 05

This adventure is set in the foothills of Northern Georgia, affectionately known as the beginning of the Appalachian Trail. We left home at midnight, and after 15 hours of driving, we had arrived at our destination. After hiking two liniar miles, which was actualy six trail miles, we had ascended six thousand feet to our campsite near Blood Mountain. The breathtaking view of the mountain range convinced us to stay there for three days, rather than contenue down the trail. The campsite was situated above the clouds, as we watched a thunderstorm roll in UNDER us. One of the best things about the night was the pinpricks of light we could see that peppered the sides of the mountainrange...campfires from other backpackers. The rattlesnake pictured above made his home under a large rock that sat 30 feet to the west of our campsite, but we didn't bother it, so it didn't bother us. Those who attended this adventure were Matt, Martin, Erik, Ryan, Mark, Buhler, and Me.