Went to pick up my kid at Camp Mujigae - Korean Culture camp in Albany. On way back we camped in Western Massachusetts.
Setting up camp.
Actually, I set up camp - he plays.
And plays
And plays some more.
Then he built us a fire, and we ate dinner. Made s'mores. Have taught him well, little bugger knows how to perfectly caramelize a marshmallow.
Following morning, after fishing for a bit and then some breakfast, we drove up Mount Greylock. At 3491 feet, it is the tallest peak in Massachusetts.
So after taking this picture I threw up my hands and ran flailing my arms singing "The hills are alive with the sound of music". A few of the older folks got a laugh out of it. My son wouldn't speak to me for a few minutes - I had embarrassed him. I tell him it's my job, just wait until prom and I am a chaperone!
Drove home along the Mohawk trail.
Have a second job lined up for the winter:
I like the picture of the plow in Florida. Funny enough I was in the same area before going to Bald Mountain; Broke down with a blown slave line in North Adams.
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