Saturday, August 16, 2008


As reported by Yon Saucy, we went camping last week. Curiously, she did not mention the failed putsch involving me and a tree. After we set up camp Nancy pointed out that there was a rope tied to a tree in the campground, approximately 20 feet up. Being a guy, I naturally grabbed the rope and gave it a few test tugs. From my perspective, it held fine. I pulled back, ready to launch myself, Tarzan-style, through the trees. As soon as I did, there was a loud crack! and the tree gave way. Below is the tree, post fall:

The exciting part was where it fell. The tree fell right on one of our camp chairs, seen here after temporary repairs:

Fortunately, this chair was unoccupied at the time. Unfortunately, three of the other four chairs in the vicinity were occupied. The rest of the family did not take kindly to being endangered by falling trees felled by simpletons. An outraged participant (with another hidden behind her):

Over time, after plying the would be victims with s'mores and roasted carrots:

all was forgiven. However, for the remainder of the weekend the damaged chair was known simply as, Daddy's Chair.

Mileage since last post: 397
Previous month mileage: 473
Current month mileage: 201
Year to date mileage: 2629


Tex69 said...

thank you for brightening my afternoon.

Pete said...

De nada!

Apertome said...

Hilarious! It sounds like a fun camping trip.