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Gasoline and Matches

Audiophallic,

You know what’s awesome? This video was shot entirely with an iPhone!

“Gasoline and Matches” by LeAnn Rimes, featuring Rob Thomas and Jeff Beck:

Yay for handheld technology in the hands of everyday people!

It reminds me of the stop-motion videos I used to make when I was a kid with my father’s Betamax movie camera. My production values weren’t this… great. I wonder if those video tapes are buried under a pile of junk at my parental unit’s house? Hmm…

Until next time...
Erik

Camp Funshine & Rainbows 2013, Saturday.

Events,

Picture heavy post!

Saturday morning we got up and had breakfast. Then it was time for a hike that MAG had roughly sketched out on the good old topo map. Dwayne stayed behind in camp and watched our stuff, while the rest of us journeyed over the river and through the woods. Quite literally in this case.

GypsyBiscuit shows us how to work it.
GypsyBiscuit shows us how to work it.
Tra la la la la lah...
Tra la la la la lah…
Someone else is ahead of us on this hike.
Someone else is ahead of us on this hike.
Ooo... me, in a picture!
Ooo… me, in a picture!
Did anyone else see the movie "The Gray"?
Did anyone else see the movie “The Gray”?
It's cold.
It’s cold.
The river. And me.
The river. And me.
If I throw enough rocks out there, I might be able to stop it up.
If I throw enough rocks out there, I might be able to stop it up.
March on!
March on!
Not sure what that look is for....
Not sure what that look is for….
For some reason, the Shrike's tree from the Hyperion Cantos came to mind when I saw this.
For some reason, the Shrike’s tree from the Hyperion Cantos came to mind when I saw this.
Synchronized branching.
Synchronized branching.
Calloused tree. It could use some moisturizer.
Calloused tree. It could use some moisturizer.
Green.
Green.
Mossy.
Mossy.
This tree doesn't want to be hugged.
This tree doesn’t want to be hugged.
Dogwood blossoms.
Dogwood blossoms.
Falling behind I am.
Falling behind I am.
I think there's a Fraggle in there.
I think there’s a Fraggle in there.

And then it was time to cross the river. No bridge. No jumping from rock to rock. Just plain old wading across. Which went quite well for MAG, the housemate Interloper, and the Husbear. But GypsyBiscuit, Mike, and I were a little stubborn and looking for a different route. Which ended… with wetness.

The Husbear's answer to not getting his jeans wet? Just cut the legs off!
The Husbear’s answer to not getting his jeans wet? Just cut the legs off!
The crossing. The "we got wet" crossing.
The crossing. The “we got wet” crossing.
So much for keeping my jeans dry today.
So much for keeping my jeans dry today.

Since we were wet, we dried in the sun and had a little lunch.

The Husbear sittin' pretty.
The Husbear sittin’ pretty.
Mike... thinking about throwing that apple at me.
Mike… thinking about throwing that apple at me.
MAG and GypsyBiscuit taking a lunch break.
MAG and GypsyBiscuit taking a lunch break.
Natural spillway.
Natural spillway.
There's no telling what I'm telling...
There’s no telling what I’m telling…
Mike taking a selfie!
Mike taking a selfie!

And then it was back on to hiking.

Indian Jones?
Indian Jones?
Mossy waterfall.
Mossy waterfall.
Different paths. Same destination.
Different paths. Same destination.
Where the green fern grows.
Where the green fern grows.
Nature's pallet.
Nature’s pallet.
Commercial!
Commercial!
Did anyone hear it?
Did anyone hear it?
Death becomes her?
Death becomes her?
Seepage.
Seepage.
Babbling.
Babbling.
Me.
Me.
GypsyBiscuit walking the plank.
GypsyBiscuit walking the plank.
Mike crossing over.
Mike crossing over.

Along the hike, we came across the great Wall. In the middle of the collective no-where. Seriously. And there just wasn’t one wall. There were several. Someone or someones at some point in the past took a lot of time and effort to build these mammoth walls in the middle of no-where. For what reason?

First, here’s a video I took:

So far, we have yet to find any information about them. These are along Hart Creek. And we think possibly they had something to do with the settlement of Anna that is no longer near there. But other than that, we have nothing.

The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The mysterious wall in the wood.
The mysterious wall in the wood.
More of the mysterious large wall in the woods.
More of the mysterious large wall in the woods.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
The Wall.
Colorful.
Colorful.
Nature.
Nature.

And then as mysteriously as it started, the wall just stopped. Hopefully we’ll be able to find out a little more information about it.

More green.
More green.

We made it back to the river. To cross back over.

Mike contemplating the river crossing.
Mike contemplating the river crossing.
Prepping for the return river crossing.
Prepping for the return river crossing.
Stylin' river crossing attire!
Stylin’ river crossing attire!
Progression.
Progression.
Bringing up the rear.
Bringing up the rear.
I'm stuck halfway.
I’m stuck halfway.
Yep. My boots are wet.
Yep. My boots are wet.

Then back to the camp we headed. Where I saw this.

Welcome... to Jurassic Park.
Welcome… to Jurassic Park.

Which was incredibly funny, because the entire weekend I had been humming the theme to “Jurassic Park”. Much to the annoyance of everyone around me, I’m sure. 😉

We had a great dinner and remainder of the evening around the campfire.

Late that night, there were moments of stupid from another set of campers that involved alcohol and guns which had us on edge until the situation was diffused. Thank you MAG for taking care of us!

Until next time...
Erik