Red River Gorge: August 2005

 

Now this is a place i've spent a lot of time. God willing, i'll spend a lot more time there too. If you're not retarded, you've been there.

You put your shit in a bag, and you march into the woods. Then you proceed to live for a few days. Not dying is tricker than it sounds, and the scar on my left leg from a machete will back me up on that one.

But let me start at the beginning. This is how a camping trip should start.

Yea, that's solid advice.

So, you drive to red river gorge, get out of your car, and march into the woods.

There are the woods, start living in them.

Now, we went in august. That means it was 10,000 degrees and humid. Bonus points for nature because it rained a couple times too.

Here is a pic of our solution to wet firewood.

Just stack it up around the fire, and yea...go figure it dries. Fire = hot.

Here is a shot of a shelter we built there around 10 months ago.

Still standing, and could be rebuilt to a functional state with minimal effort.

I grabbed this shot right after a rain, it's pretty sweet.

Don't get oppurtunities for pictures like that too often.

This is the gorge from one of my favorite spots to camp, Whistling Arch.

A mighty big hole, yessir.

And in case you ever wondered what a picture of fog would look like, here you go.

Awhile back I made a ghille suit, to aid in hunting people. I had chris put it on and lay down so i could see how well it worked.

Maybe you see him, and maybe you just think you see him. I assure you without the aid of a flash you would NOT. I was laying by the trail waiting for some latecomers to our group. Not only did they not know I was laying 8 inches from where they walked, their dogs didn't even notice me. Wewt for ghille suits.

Maybe i'm in your yard right now.

 

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