The house we stayed in was right in the heart of the historic part of Cape May



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So I hope that this post will break a long streak of non-posting. Now that my living situation has changed and internet is at my doorstep (literally, it isn’t in the house but almost) I hope to be able to get back to my regular routine of posting.
Graduation happened not long ago. Sarah graduated co-Salutatorian (that means tied for second best grades of the 250+ class) and I was more of an honorable mention. My parents and youngest sisters came up for the event. A good time was had by all.
Backpacking happened the next week. The Mast men and myself took on the Black Forest Trail. It is a 42 mile loop in and around the PA grand canyon. It would be better named “The Slate Run water shed tour”. The trail followed tributaries of Slate Run to and from their origins, and then up and over mountain to find the next trickle. It was beautiful, miles of hiking by babbling brooks and cascading waterfalls. The views were very viewable. It was also a brutal hike. To go between creek and vista the trail was constantly making 1000 foot climbs and drops. Actually, about 2/3 of the time was spent going up or going down. The pictures show some of the beauty, but I really haven’t found a trail this challenging and rewarding this side of the
Our sweet tarp set up. There was only one half-ok tarp site so we improvised on a wet night.
Five and a half years ago I graduated from high school. Now I’ve finally graduated from college. Just this afternoon I was shelving some books from my college classes. It was a reminder of all that I’ve learned.
Was it worth it? Some parts more than others. The big question is what else would have happened during those five and a half years. Sarah would say that you can’t judge the value of an experience immediately after it concludes. Time will tell.
Time has shown
So onward to a future that is undetermined.
I learned the board, setup, and show in about a week and a half. It was nothing like LMH, the equipment was poorly used, and about half of the lights needed replacement parts that noone ordered or knew how to install.
Cricket poses here as she tries to convey a laid back and thoughtfull personality-everything she is not.
A moment in the life of our fish tank
Sarah discovers she can see better without the candle.