8/22 - Ain't no yolo, dude.

Today was an interesting day. We woke up at a rest stop a few miles outside of Poughkeepsie without any idea as to what the day would hold. It was still unclear as to whether we would be heading to Providence for a show or whether there would be no show at all as we were waiting to hear from Evan, our booking guy. We ate breakfast amidst the roar of traffic buzzing by on the highway until we were simply too stir crazy to sit still. So we headed to a McDonald’s to do some blogging and to chill since we had really nothing to do. That got real old after an hour had passed so we shipped off to a state park several miles away figuring that it’d be better to wait in some natural surroundings than at a goddamn McDonald’s.

We hit it big and found a state forest scattered with trails and camping area, Ninham Mountain State Park it was. After a couple hours exploring trails and such we got confirmation from Evan that the show in Providence wasn’t going to be possible. The news was bittersweet but in all honesty it was mostly sweet for a couple reasons. The main reason is that it would be a lot of gas money that we didn't have to get to Providence for a show that we probably wouldn’t get much support at. Second it would mean driving on route 6 through CT and past our hometown Mansfield which would be a cruel experience being so close to home. So with the news that we didn’t have a show to play, we felt a weight off our shoulders and could commit to spending the day and night at this wonderful park.

Splendors of the Northeast United States!

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Everybody sort of split up and just wandered around, checking out the scenery and enjoying the trails. There was even an observation tower on top of the “mountain” where you could see trees and lakes for miles! The only downside were the massive amounts of winged ants on top of the tower (seriously that shit was crazy).

American Badass

Middle Eastern Badass

About an hour before dark we started to set up camp and get a fire going. There was already a magnificent fireplace there and some stone chairs and metal grates so we were pretty much set. We just had to provide the food and the tents. Karl engineered a stove upon which we could boil water from the stream (for drinking and soup) as well as cook our various canned goods. Canned food tastes infinitely better when it’s hot, believe me! It was an extremely pleasant night by the fire, cooking and chilling until finally retiring to our tents. It felt very good to be in the woods again, especially ones so reminiscent of those in our homeland, Connecticut.  

This particular species of grasshopper has a wiener protruding from the anus. Fascinating!

demonic woodland creatures performing ritual sacrifice