Have you ever seen sexier crocs?
None. None more sexy.

We just got back from a great weekend at the New River Gorge in West Virginia. Jim climbed with friends from Pittsburgh while I did some long trail runs.
Quote of the weekend goes to Steve. While sitting around enjoying the pre-thunderstorm wind and lightning show, he pondered why Miller High Life tasted so surprisingly good. “Ah, it’s the champaign of beers. Well that explains it then.”
Edit: That’s really just mud. I did not shit myself. This time.