I Quit...again...

Well, the overly-ambitious 2 week thru-hike of the Adirondacks turned out to be a bust. I made it, uh, 2 days. Was it the blisters? The angry flesh-hungry bears? Crazy backwoods folk with machetes? No. Bugs. And I'd like to think that I'm not a total wuss when it comes to bugs (heck, my apartment is crawling with them). These were not normal bugs. These were vicious kamikaze flies that made blackfly season in the White Mountains look like a party (a fun party). Sigh...it just wasn't fun. At all. Hard to justify 2 weeks of no fun when you don't have to.

I'm a wuss.

So what have I been doing with my time instead? Nothing. Nothing productive. Doing some bike riding (getting ready for overly-ambitious Summer Adventure #2). Cooking some lovely vegetarian dinners. Reading some environmental textbooks in preparation for school. But mostly, nothing.

In any case, here are the couple pictures I managed to take on the short-lived Adirondacks adventure. (The pictures might not be great, but each one of them involved bloodshed, as the photographer's hands were briefly indisposed and could not continue the business of killing the tiny enemies. I hate nature).


Starting off. So optimistic and naive.


I just like taking pictures of Aaron bending over.


The Sacandaga river.


Me sitting in said river. Don't I look thrilled? Stupid bugs.


A big lake, blah blah, nature is overrated.