With the impending official arrival of summer, I wanted to write a post about all the great kayaking and camping trips Pennsylvania has to offer. I went to reference the post I “wrote” about my trip kayaking down the Delaware last year and found that the post, while started, had never came to fruition. Looking back, it makes sense, as
I’ll be honest, I’m not NYC’s biggest fan. I don’t hate it by any means, I just think it’s way too expensive, way too crowded, and it perpetually smells like piss (apologies to any New Yorkers I’m currently offending). I do, however, love New York unconditionally at Christmas. While I haven’t made the trek to Manhattan
In my last post, I shared my impending 90’s megatour in Bethel, New York. I’m taking a school bus from my hometown up for the night with a group of friends, which is fun because we won’t have to spend money on lodging, no DUI’s, and drinking on a school bus is more fun then
Last week, one of the yahoo stories of the day (those fluff pieces that scroll across the screen on the homepage) was entitled “10 Great All-American Roadtrips”. I’m a big fan of roadtrips, but am consitently dissapointed that on the majority of these lists, most of the roadtrips take place either out west or down
Why Country? I publically hated country music for years. It mainly had to do with high school insecurities, the kind where you have a carefully constructed image of yourself you want to project. See, while I grew up in a developement, my school district was extremely rural and had a reputation as a “hick” school.