Furstly, we hiked where there be no map and no marked trails. Crazee, I tell you! But mom's furrend did this hike with his iBone app a while back so mom put his track on her GEE PEE ESS and she followed that. Me, ha! I knows the way, she could has just followed ME!
|Just follow me, mom.|
|Hey mom, we is not BUSH WHACKING, is we? COME BACK! I HATE bush whacking and if'n you dussn't know what that means, it be where you go off the trail into the wild and bushes whack you in the eyeballs. OK fine, I is coming.|
|At least there be compensation fur my trubbulls.|
|... I found us a trail where the map sayed wasn't any and we nefur had to BUSH WHACK!|
|I found a lake fur getting my furs wet, too.|
|But would you all not prefer a seenikal with ME in it?|
|Selfie with my mommy!|
|This hike had old timey stuffs.|
|Fur wetting oppawtoonities.|
|Tramadol fur me and ...|
|... Advil fur mom. Neither of us be getting any younger, BOL.|
|Those horses be checking me out!|
PEE ESS: This is what that old timey building in the woods do be from back in the 1800's:
The Knickerbocher Ice Company of Pennsylvania bought a small piece of lakefront property on the south shore of White Pond. They erected a formidable ice warehouse, 265 feet long, 100 feet wide, and 32 feet high. It was, by far, the largest and most outstanding structure in the area. In season, the warehouse would hold, at one time, 20,000 tons of ice. But ice production was a seasonal project, and the owners of the ice mill also processed marl, the white mineral product in the form of shells, located many feet deep, on the bottom of the lake. The shells were originally used as fertilizer, and also in big-city cesspools. And it soon became a vital additive to a new but wonderful product just coming into use, named "cement". And so the ice warehouse in winter and spring became a marl warehouse the rest of the year.