"D. Herman's been dead for twenty years, boys!"

More pictures, sorry, but there is adventure to describe. Eric, Dan and I managed another one of our you-have-to-be-there-for-it-to-be-funny but-I'm-going-to-tell-you-about-it-anyway adventures over the weekend. We were driving around on Sunday trying to find the Bayview YMCA (we knew where it was mostly, but we were in no hurry to get there) and we passed this creepy/amazing orchard in Webster and, of course, couldn't resist the urge to explore. So Dan pulls over on a hill semi-legally and we hopped out to investigate. The pictures I have don't do it justice, but it was a few acres of really weird, warped, contorted, etc. trees all laid out in straight linse. All our botony knowledge aside we couldn't determine what kind of trees they were or what fruit they bore.

See? I said they were weird.


They look very scary all dead-like, but Eric, Dan, and I want to go back later in the season when they're in bloom. I kept on expecting them to come alive and drag their limbs across the grass, marching towards us, mouth wide with fangs and such. I remarked on this numerous times, and although my fears were extremely legitament they fell on deaf ears.


Eric and I decided to climb the trees. A natural progession, I think.


Blurry view from top of said tree. They're not really high up anyway.


This one was dead. Well, dead-er than the others ones.


Eric found a lighter because you always find a lighter when you're wandering aroun random fields.


Dan kept on suggesting that we drive around, but I imagine that would've been a bad idea considering we didn't exactly want to be noticed...


...you know...trespassing!

I need to start limiting the number of pictures I put on here. I'm really annoyed by how long it takes to scroll through the last post.


Eric climbed another tree.


Then stood real picturesque-like on the top.


Then Dan insisted that Eric jump and that he would catch him.


We found all these crates in the back of the field. How exciting!


Sky equals nifty.

More crate-things.


Ahem. Even more. See what I mean about the limiting pictures?


All the crates said D. Herman on them.


And then we found all these labels around with the same name: Donald Herman. Eric, Dan, and I got it into our heads that we were in a bad mystery film and we started pretending to be the local sherrif trying to convince a bunch of kids that they were imagining things. We did it for like the rest of the day.

"Sherrif, sherrif! Who's D. Herman? We were just at his orchard and..."

"Boys, boys. There ain't do D. Herman. Never was. And that orchard burned down twenty years ago. I don't know what you think you saw, but there ain't no orchard no more."

"But sir!"

"You best be runnin' along know before you upset your parents. Don't you boy have chores to be tending to? And don't go 'round town mentioning this D. Herman. People in these parts don't care much for the D. Herman talk. It's all foolishness and I don't want to hear any more of it. It's rubbish. You hear me boys? Rubbish. Now run along."

And other variants...for hours and hours. And it didn't even get tiresome. I mean...for us. I'm sure other people were quite annoyed by it.

If that wasnt' weird enough we found this weird deflated Hello Kitty ballon in the adjacanet woods. To many coincidences if you ask me...Later on Dan's mom told us who D. Herman was. Some local grower or something. Very anti-climatic if you ask me. And, by reading this journal, you have waived the right to not "ask me."


Some weird construction equipment.


Later on we actually made it to the Bayview YMCA. There are some of these things around the parking lot. I don't even like this picture that much, but I took like three dozen and I figured I'd had to at least pick one to show from it. After all that work. I can't believe not one of them turned out how I wanted it to.

Oh, and before, at the Chinese food place, Eric introduced my to cheese won-tons. Freakin' amazing. I like it both with and without sweet and sour sauce. It's got to be the greatest food to come out of China ever. You heard me. Ever. Eric also told me that they're researching growing meat from cells, which I would have absolutely no qualms with eating. Maybe I can have a chicken patty again some day. Or a nasty, greasy fish stick. Not that I don't love being a vegetarian. Ahem. Well that's that...I'm tired and it's time to sign off.

Oh, and Eric on a mattress. Always a good way to end a post.