Once per year, I go camping with all of my friends without my wife and kids. My wife does the same with her friends, leaving all the smelly boys behind. We do dumb guys stuff for the entire weekend, smoking cigars, drinking beers, and playing card and role playing games until the wee hours of the night. Some of the other guys fish and canoe, and I catch up on my reading and do some hiking and cloud gathering.
This is the cabin we stayed in.
We were at Fort Custer Recreation Area, and we have stayed in much better cabins before. This one was small, run down,and cramped. There was no pedestal grill either, so we did all our cooking in the fire, which went pretty well. My friend Andy is our menu planner/Master Chef, and we had nothing but good eats all weekend. Tuna Steaks, Hobo chicken and burgers, good cigars and beer.The Fire pit:

The gross Kalamazoo River in our back yard. It looked like mud and smelled like dead fish. Another reason not to return to this particular park.

The little gentleman's room:

Morning over one of the lakes in the Park:

This is the foundation of an old barn the we found while hiking in the woods between two of the old lakes. We guessed the farm was taken by the US Army during WWII, when the government turned the land into Fort Custer. the farm was left fallow, and the government gave the land to the parks Department in the 70's.

If you look you can see my buddy Tom at the base of the silo for scale.
Here is the inside of the silo.
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