I think I put my engineering education to its most practical use yet. I built a resort for minnows and other wildlife on the campsite beach.
It was in a beautiful location - spoiled by its first condo.


(e:yesthatcasey) served as landscape architect and (e:terry) was the union contractor.

The foundation were the larger rocks, which I then filled the gaps between with smaller gravel and then sand. It helped stop erosion from wave action on the outside.

Terry helped out by catching some minnows, and I got a newt. But then I felt cruel for keeping them in the dirty water, so I built an exit canal for them.

The sand ended up washing away slowly with the wind, but the rocks held steady. I think I should keep my day job.

On Thursday we got to celebrate (e:Terry)'s birthday at the campsite. (e:Paul) and I went into Ticonderoga and searched for a cake. No luck, but we found a delicious cherry pie and were able to gift shop right from our phones.





Happy birthday Terry. I love you. Here's to another amazing year.

Well climbing a small part. We got up most of the way by driving up the windiest and steepest road I've been on.








You drive through a small castle to get to the lot. In that lot there is a bike rack. I think I'd die on this kind of hill. But I want to meet the guy who could.




Then there is an elevator and a rocky trail up to the peak. Its another kind of view to enjoy.
















The top of the mountain was absolutely insane. I've never been so high up. You could see from Vermont all the way to Lake Placid.

One set of parents let their kids play over a shear cliff.











There was a weather station running Linux in the castle on top.


The cute boys had something to do with exploring the mountain. I can't remember what though.

On the way down we took an elevator through the mountain, and a long tunnel out to the lot. The fact they built this in 1920s is pretty impressive but weird. Why an elevator?

For my birthday my parents got us a gift certificate for ziplinig at a place near Jabe.

I felt like a squirrel flying around in the trees. Some parts were super hard but I always wanted to go faster and faster.

Terry and I barely made it but we got to do the last and hardest course. Somehow we were much better at it then the super fit typs in front of us, that thought we did the course before. It really works you out.

Getting to Jabe Pond was so crazy. The road on the way up is tore up from the floor up. In reality its not too long from Lake George and a lot of touristy things but it felt a million miles away. Like most of the week we started the day at 2.

Schlepping everything in the canoe is fun. I wish it were more like a rowing shell. I think I got it down though.

Paul and I took a trip to one of the islands with a giant stone fireplace. Was there a cabin or something here?

It took all day and a lot of holz collecting but we were set up by night.