Little tidbits of information. I never want to be at the mercy of any little tibits of cross-generational, non-indexed, unsearchable text that might as well have been written on little scaps of paper and cast to sea in a bottle.

Weird place, it was an inertesting glimpse into country gay culture and definatly wasn't for me. Half is a nudist family area on a creek with some pools and the rest seems to be a sleezy outdoor bathhouse. We should have known when we saw the porn magazines strewn through the wood.

We talked to some guys named Al and Kevin drinking beer in the creek. The only thing I liked about him was that he guessed I was the youngest out of the three. He tried to get me to leave him my sock - said he had some foot fetish. He tried with (e:matthew) too. I told him that socks arn't free. He tried to impress us by telling us about his love for Cher. The whole thing was like a comedy skit.

Al told us that a very rich woman owned the estate the creek was on and left it to the state on condition they provided a nudist area and allowed gay people. The scary part is there is also some whacko who hunts gay people with a gun. They showed us all the bullets everywhere, some targets and two large trees he shot down. Apparently, he is some 300lb mountain man with long, greasy black hair and he hates that gay people go there. The whole thing was too much for me, it seemed not worth ever visiting again although the run in with Al and Kevin was an interesting glimpse into poor country gay culture and Cher is ironically a part of it.

The last two days were great accept for the massive amount of flies on the fourth. I rowed a lot. My arms feel much more buff, but it really has no purpose as I will spend the next month typing.

Today, we left camp at the lake to head over to some beach on a creek. (E:matthew) hates moving to new places. Even the move between camp sites makes him crazy.

Wow, the things we forgot. Toiletpaper, propane, and pants. Who needs pants. Especially if you don't have toiletpaper ;) . No luckily, there were ferns and a great big lake to wash up in around the island.

We made it through a huge lightning and rain storm by building a makeshift shelter out of tarps. The lightning hit the lake.

(e:matthew) came up with the best business idea ever. We will be rich soon. Just wait.

These are the journals I wrote everyday but couldn't send.

I am so crippled without the internet. I was looking at dave's xm radio. It works in the middle of nowhere because it is listening to a satellite. I want to know how xm knows that dave's paid his bill. I asked him if it had a simcard. He said that he didn't have any idea what a sim card was. Oh god, I just want to know how it works right now.

Whenever we go on these trips I end up having so many questions. I think I must ask the internet 1000 questions a day in one form or another.

Not having it seems so cut off.