"Babes - Hey Bartley stop with your BS'ing us again"

But Dennis and Steve both came running out of the tent when they heard those girls I had just told em about giggle. We were at some campground in CT (I think) and it was in the fall way back when. Heck just look at the expression of anticipation on their faces. They didn't even know I was taking a picture, and why would they bother looking at me. As it turned out the girls just passed on by.

Note the canvass tent with pipe as a frame, and note those cots inside with a paper shopping bag on one. We had a kerosene heater too, all thanks I think to Dennis. We were Lumberjacks seasoned campers indeed - no sleeping on the cold ground in a rinky-dink pup tent if we could help it.

I wish I had a video of the frog I had caught the day before. It was cold as ice in a stream near the campsite. I never saw a frog out when it was that cold so I took it into the tent to warm it up. As I opened the flap of the tent I said something like look at the new friend I found. I remember the other two were in there sleeping, and as Steve woke up and looked over at the frog it jumped onto Dennis' face. Dennis opened an eye, then both, then opened them more really - really wide and then started to gasp for air as he jumped up and flailed around trying to get it off of him. It was like he was doing the Funky Alfonso because I had put some yellow snow on his face. Well, the whole tent wound up coming down on top of us. We had one hell of a laugh after that once we realized Dennis was not dying from an Asthma attack with all that gasping. Maybe that is why they at first doubted me when I told them about the babes the next day.

All the best,

Glenn B