Pajareo sin fronteras

Yes, don't worry, I'm still alive. Although, somewhat unsurprisingly, there's not quite as much time to take pictures at Middlebury College as I did over the summer at Suttons Bay. Which isn't to say I haven't been taking any. On Friday, I took a trip with the Middlebury Mountain Club up Mount Abraham (Mount Abe), the fourth-highest mountain in Vermont. It was only a sunset hike, which meant we had to go at a very fast pace... Think jogging 2,000 feet or so straight up a mountain. But boy, was the view at the top worth it. A quick break midway up Elven forest near the top of the mountain God, it was so green. This was somewhere around when we realized killing ourselves on the way up was worth it. The view was... decent. Everyone was exhausted once we got to the top, but nobody cared. It's hard to be unhappy with a view like this. We all ate snacks, and some had... diverse ideas of celebration, but I was content to just run around and t

I figured I might as well eventually put these online. On September 1st, Suttons Bay attempted to break a world record for the number of joined canoes and kayaks (aka, flotilla), which, as it happened, took place on the beach next to where I work. Naturally, I was there with my camera. Just a quick post, because I'm at college now, and free time is in short supply. More about that later. Enjoy!

The far north of Michigan at least, as I'm sure some Canadians reading this will scoff at anything south of permafrost. Anyway, my sister and I took a quick trip up to Michigan's Upper Peninsula this week, at the recommendation of our boss, who thought I'd get some decent pictures up there. And she wasn't wrong, the UP really is beautiful. It wasn't a perfect trip; we got dinner at possibly the worst pastie joint in the the country, and the car was held together by duct tape by the time we got back. Although, really, I think being able to fix a car with duct tape is just another mark of manhood. Anyway, it was a great time nonetheless. A different view of the Cut River Gorge bridge. Morgan on top of the bridge We spent the night at Fayette State Park, at the tip of the Garden Peninsula. It's an old ghost town in a pretty little bay, and I was hoping to get there before sunset. However, I apparently didn't break the speed limit enough, so we got t