Yep, I remember when Gram used to sweat and slave over the oven, baking me pies for my birthday. Those were the good ol' daze.
By JT Pilaf
The Rice clan packed up there camping tie dyed T-shirts (Rck, the quiet one, loves these shirts) one more time for a season ending camping trip to Watkins Glen State Park. Even though it was supposed to rain all weekend long... it didn't.

Zachary wanted to cook a hardy breakfast for everyone Saturday moorning and did an awesome job. Of course he thought his egg cooking is better than my eggs and even compared his greatness to Papa's eggs. They were really good though. He also served up some cripsy bacon and OJ.

After our filling breakfast we strolled down the road a bit to the gorge and hiked down to the main town. Both kids finished the trip and no whining was heard... by either of them that is.

It rained during the night Saturday morning so the creek was gushing over the rocks. It usually doesn't rage this much.

Sandra and I hiked the gorge pre-kids, the main reason we were down at Seneca Lake was for the wineries, but found ourselves hiking the gorge later on. It truly is an amazing place.

After hiking, the kids were rewarded and taken to the playground. I got to sit.

The hiking, playing, and just busy day wore the kids out. So nothing is better than bringing a DVD player camping with you and watching "Spy Kids". I remember my parents bringing things like this camping for Rck and I to keep busy. They were called sticks and rocks. And, "go outside and blow some stink off ya".

With Labbatt Blue in hand and a Snyder's hard pretzel I'm a happy boy. I don't need much more in life... well, I was kinda hoping the kids would fall asleep earlier than they did. A boy can hope can't he?