Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Northern Georgia
With all the excitement of the Maine trip neither of us realized it was Labor Day weekend, and we both had monday off, so we quickly got a room in a super 8 ( they allow dogs) in Dahlonega, GA. Which is about an hour north of Atlanta and the home of the first American gold rush, and consequently the Trail of Tears. This area holds the beginning of the Appalachian trail at Mt. Singer. We got some good hiking in crossed over the Appalachian trail a couple of times. We also took a drive to a Neighboring town Helen, which is a strange German village.
Keely in the town of Helen
I figured while in a faux Germany do as a Faux German, so I ordered a Paulaner Oktoberfest, and the combo wurst platter featuring Bratwurst (veal and pork) and Knockwurst (beef) as well as sauerkraut, red cabbage, german potato salad(not so good) and rye bread. It was pretty damn tasty.
Looks like a pretty nice place to stop for a picnic lunch of PBJ's and granola bars, doesn't it?... well look a little closer.
A Mother F.N. Timber Rattlesnake. Somehow keely with her sweet ass quickness managed to gather up her sandwich her water and her backpack all while screaming at the top of her lungs, before the rattler could even shake his rattle. But he soon started and and I'll tell ya it sounds a hell of alot different in person. Luckily no one was hurt, unfortunately Keely wouldn't let me get any closer so you will have to deal with the sucky picture.
-adam
Keely in the town of Helen
I figured while in a faux Germany do as a Faux German, so I ordered a Paulaner Oktoberfest, and the combo wurst platter featuring Bratwurst (veal and pork) and Knockwurst (beef) as well as sauerkraut, red cabbage, german potato salad(not so good) and rye bread. It was pretty damn tasty.
Looks like a pretty nice place to stop for a picnic lunch of PBJ's and granola bars, doesn't it?... well look a little closer.
A Mother F.N. Timber Rattlesnake. Somehow keely with her sweet ass quickness managed to gather up her sandwich her water and her backpack all while screaming at the top of her lungs, before the rattler could even shake his rattle. But he soon started and and I'll tell ya it sounds a hell of alot different in person. Luckily no one was hurt, unfortunately Keely wouldn't let me get any closer so you will have to deal with the sucky picture.
-adam
Northern Georgia as well
Winthrop getting comfortable in the backseat, it was about a five hour drive.
Winthrop and I hiking on Blood Mountain, I thought that was a creepy name until I found out the one next to it was Slaughter Mountain.
View from atop the Amiacola Waterfall
a section of the Amiacola Waterfall.
Millipede on Blood Mountain.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Hot Wing Apocalypse
On the first day of September in the year 2006 the Hamilton Hall equipment Cage employees set out to bring on the HOT WING APOCALYPSE, are only goal; to bring the Wild Wings establishment to their knees, begging, pleading, "no more wings please god help us we don't have anymore wings. Why did this happen why do we deserve this misfortune, who are you people, just who the hell are you" at this point they break down, but their tears will only fuel our laughter, and our hunger for wings
It started off pretty shaky Craig here falling into poultry shock only after a dozen wings, he did muster up the strength to consume two more wings.
Brian Titshaw gazes off in the distance summoning some foreign power and harnessing its strength to enable him to squeeze 20 wings into his girlish figure.
With a rebel yell I cried that's twenty four, two dozen wings, that's like 12 amputated chickens.
Big Andrew came through in the clutch, with lightning quick reflexes, carnage ensued, the crunching of cartoledge snapping of bones, in the end he stood atop a pile of forty wings.
in total the crew devoured over a hundred wings, but did little to challenge the maniacal corporate Giant, Wild Wings. They may have won the battle, but believe you me, we will win the war. We will rise again soaring on the call of a hundred chicken spirits, with hunger in our souls and fire in our eyes, we will meet again.
-adam
It started off pretty shaky Craig here falling into poultry shock only after a dozen wings, he did muster up the strength to consume two more wings.
Brian Titshaw gazes off in the distance summoning some foreign power and harnessing its strength to enable him to squeeze 20 wings into his girlish figure.
With a rebel yell I cried that's twenty four, two dozen wings, that's like 12 amputated chickens.
Big Andrew came through in the clutch, with lightning quick reflexes, carnage ensued, the crunching of cartoledge snapping of bones, in the end he stood atop a pile of forty wings.
in total the crew devoured over a hundred wings, but did little to challenge the maniacal corporate Giant, Wild Wings. They may have won the battle, but believe you me, we will win the war. We will rise again soaring on the call of a hundred chicken spirits, with hunger in our souls and fire in our eyes, we will meet again.
-adam
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