Show Me Your Daytrips! City Slickers Hit the Sticks

It's hard to blog about Park Slope when I am avoiding it as much as possible. So, for the moment, I'm fucked in the Catskills.  Deal with it.

And let's face it: it's just a parallel summer universe of Park Slope anyway. I can't get down the country road but for the 718 t-shirts. And some kids I've never seen before have taken up residence on my goddamn hammock!

Yesterday, in my ongoing quest to broaden junior's horizons, we went mountain-climbing in the Gunks. As you can see, the kid couldn't wait.

His deep ambivalence may have been a function of self-preservation and not just tween surliness. You see, my burning desire to hike the ice caves of Sam's Point was only matched by his burning desire not to be eaten by a bear.

Seriously! But nothing, and I do mean nothing, was going to divert me from my long-awaited plan. 

While the ice caverns did not live up to my years of anticipation, listening to the pasha ward off potential bear attack by repeating his mantra, "Noise, NOISE, NOISE," over and over again while clapping loudly was worth the trip. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. 

So, my next fantasy is a natural sliding rock with a waterfall, swinging rope and waterfall.  Anybody?

Anyway, show us your best day trips. And don't forget to include your funniest back to nature stories.