We visited Oregon. We went on a hike. Amazing, but true. And all though Michelle and I have been on many, many, many hikes on Mt. Hood, we both agree, this might be one of the best--McNeil Point Trail. Beautiful weather, blooming wildflowers, sub-alpine wonders, glacier fed creeks, gnarled boulders and 10 miles to take it all in. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy.
There are a few places that baseball fans would like to visit sometime during there fandom. First on that list is Fenway Park. A close second is Wrigley Field. And little bit further down the list is Yankee Stadium. At least that's my list (and it's been my list since I was 5 or 6 years old). I was lucky enough to mark off the Yankee Stadium experience on Monday night. David gave me a call. He had an extra ticket... 12 rows up from home plate. It was a great game. The stadium is a somewhat of a dump and I absolutely hate the Yankees. But, it was still great. I watched one All Star after another get up for the Yankees. Each one a potential hall of famer. The 50,000 fans went crazy when they were happy with there team and even crazier when they were unhappy with them. (Maybe they were just unhappy because they had to pay $6 for a coke). It was hot, it was sweaty and it was great. The game ended, we jumped in the subway car and went home along with the thousands of other fans. And I left with something I didn't bring with me that night... the experience of going to a Yankee game. The worst part was that the Yankees won. Man I hate the Yankees.
The quest for a nice beach continues. And this weekend it involved an ocean ferry, friends and an Island 30 minutes off of Long Island. We hit pay dirt on Saturday at Ocean Beach on Fire Island. The beach was crowded, but clean. The water was warm and the sunset came down over the sand. It's the Atlantic Ocean and it's the first time I've ever jumped into its water. The waves fell over us and the Manhattan heat washed away. It's great to explore. Even greater to have finally found what we’ve been looking for.
Good thing we don't drive much anymore.
Amazingly I've got nothing political to say about the war. I think this photo speaks for itself.
Wait a minute. That was kind of political.
2 weeks ago, we decided to go to the beach... oops. We struck out. Cruising up and down Long Island, we kept running into roadblocks. Most beaches are private. If they're not private, you have to pay to get into them. Fuck that. Certain things shouldn't be exclusive... like beaches and mountains and the beauty that is our (all citizens) country. And when we finally got on the “public beach” (that cost $8 dollars to park at), this is what we found. Pebbles and seaweed. Not exactly Cannon Beach.
Luckily we had better luck last weekend.
Here in NY, this never happens. You never ever see this. It's a 1 in a million shot. And so, I took it. Yes, your eyes are not decieving you. It says NO CHARGE. Enjoy.
As you can see, Cirrus made the 3,000 mile journey out to NY sans psycho. I don't know why. I don't know how. And I don't know for how long, but I'm happy about it. Hopefully she'll keep doing what she's doing (or smoking or taking or whatever). Keep chill'in Cirrus. Keep chill'in.
