happy halloween!

foxy is raining cookies

I know, I know, I have been slacking off on the Foxy posts. Don't worry, it hasn't stopped being ridiculous....So, this morning, she is talking about this guy, who she was hanging out with a few years ago. "Girl, ain't no one ever make it rain cookies like that before!" Then she goes on to say how there are code words for different sizes of...ummm..."there are goldmembers, blue card holders, anything less than that you don't want, you know what I'm talking about girl". You get the picture. It is of the utmost importance that a man is a good baker. And, "you gotta get those cookies when they're fresh out the oven, damn!"

axl may not be in the cards for my halloween

but this might be................

sweat lodge

Last night participated in an experience unlike any other I have had. Letting it ruminate...fully processing the experince before I put it into words. Amazing. I have been shown something. Given a great gift.

haiku tuesday

streams down thin needles
relentless is the fall rain
bringing change to cold

bikes and bees

10/26- Biked 30 miles total from the Brandywine River Museum to Downingtown and back.

The "sting" caused us to take some ridiculous pictures and almost have a heart attack. I would not suggest this product.

Now I know the secret.

burrito saturday dance-a-thon

10/25- Smallest burrito club ever, only 3 people. Burritos were excellent.

Ridiculousness from the Hung Vuong supermarket.

We couldn't stop dancing because of the tonic. Hottub at the Barbary:

And the tonic does attract the ladies.

dancy friday

10/24- Made some pizza, drank some whiskey.

Went dancing at sal's on 12th. Ummmm....at least they had a smoke machine...?

gn'r backstage

a pizza that is a burrito

The all-homemade-pizza-diet called for some variety. Behold the pizza burrito; otherwise known by its more common name, the stromboli.

the pumpkin master

more danzig brick

They played the Barbary last night.

I carved another pumpkin.

And took some artsy pics in the crusty upstairs storage room.

In the true punk rock spirit, the pumpkin got smashed.

haiku tuesday

dry leaves crackle
underfoot the tang of decay
yet something begins

let's slow it down a bit

continuing the tradition

Last year my sister and a bunch of her friends from college went to Seneca Rocks in West Virginia for the end of the climbing season chili cook-off and party. I was supposed to go, but something came up at work and I couldn't make it. They decided to make it a yearly tradition, so this year I wasn't going to miss it. It was an amazing weekend. I will certainly be back next year.

Early morning view from our camp.

Hiked to the top of Seneca Saturday morning.

View from the middle of the hike.

View from the top of the rocks, 960 feet high.

Starting the chili for the cook-off.

2 Hondas.

I had to break Reggie and Buddy off.

Real smoke flavor. The whole next day we all were dropping bombs.

The Yokum's own everything around there.

We got a lot of feedback that our chili was the best, but sadly we didn't win the cook-off. I think it was rigged...

My sister Amy and I...we're looking to get there...

At this point I was by far "there". I ended up getting lost but these people I just met were nice enough to help me find the way back to my site.

Slept out by the fire, frost on my pillow in the morning.

The second day we climbed on the south face of the rocks, view from there.

I climbed this face.

Pulled over to take this shot on the drive home Sunday night.

This is what happens when you fall over during nature's call in the woods.