The Brodeo

August 4-9th, NYC was subjected to a good old fashioned Brodeo. Stimac, Dusty and the Danner got on a plane and came to visit me in NYC.

Friday night started at the Metro Pool in Williamsburg, then on to Barcade where Stimac graciously puked up the $7 shot of Jameson I bought for him and the rest of the crew.

Saturday we shook off the hangovers with a breakfast at the Green Apple Café in Ft Green and hopped a train to Coney Island. It turns out that shirts are unacceptable at Coney Island.

Lets go to Nathans and get a hot dog...

The Cyclone, best roller coaster ever!

Click here for a hot video taken while riding the Cyclone:

Stimac and Dusty liked the Cyclone so much, they got "Cyclone" tattoos. No bullshit, those are real tattoos that will really be there for the rest of their lives.


Ladies and gentelman, Scott Stimac:

Our new friend Jay had the splendid idea of cocktails on the beach.

Scotty, doing a little dance in the Coney Island subway station.

Once the beer got the best of us, we left Coney Island and went into the city. The details get a little sketchy from there, but there was some Sparks, a bar with all you could drink vodka, and then a VIP room with the Kings of Leon. We agreed it was most satisfactory.

Sunday found us wandering the city.

Monday I had to work, so these sick bastards spent an inordinate amount of time taking horrible picture with my camera. I won't subject the wider world to these horrific images.

They let me out of the office this weekend

I got lucky and was let out of the office a few weekends ago. I decided to use my freedom to stretch my legs on the Appalachian Trail. One advantage to living in New York is that the metro North railroad has a stop on the AT an hour and a half north of the city.My weekend on the AT started at when i caught the 9:30 trail out of grand central heading north into the mountains. The train drops you off and you have about a mile hike up meadows and cow pastures like this before you get into the woods.

The Gate of Heaven.

The vew from the top of 10 Mile Hill

The 10 Mile River.

My camp saturday night.

My narcissistic self portrait.

The AT train station.

Overall, the trip was great. I was shocked how remote the trail was, considering i was about 70 miles from NYC. There were very few people on the trail. Most of the people i ran into were through-hikers.