Cheers mate! There's an awful lot of Aussie accents for the middle of nowhere in upstate New York.
A en route pit stop at the last Walmart between here and the great white north sees the pantry well stocked with beer, among other things. The other things being wine, vodka, and gin.
A glorious way to start a weekend in the wild. The cabin is perched on the edge of a deserted lake. Deserted being the operative word, as those who spent an hour picking out the perfect fishing rod and tackle at Walmart quickly discovered. Actually, it wasn't quick at all, it took hours of futility, shivering on the edge of the dock waiting for an elusive bite, to come to that realization.
Where's that jumbo bag of marshmallows from aisle 16?
It doesn't get any better than this.
Oh wait, it does.
You won't find any skyscrapers around here. Nothing comes between man and mother nature out here. Apart from an iPad, 3 iPhones, and a couple of Blackberries...
While Rock is out burning through his 8Gb memory card, the rest of the crew has burned through three bottles of gin and a vodka.
A side of the Empire state that most people don't see. It's not about screaming yellow cabs and steam coming out of vents.
Unlike Manhattanites, who are weighing the odds of a first snow by Christmas, the locals have already started counting the days till the spring thaw.
They said the cabin was haunted...
Thank goodness 90% of the party can cook like they just wrapped on the 9pm slot for Food Network. Which leaves the other 10% to document their mouthwatering endeavors on pointless blogs.
Not a bad spread. Heck, not a bad view either. Not that anyone is going to bother looking until these quiches are reduced to crumbs.
Rock gets ready to show a bunch of Aussies what it means to be American. If you can't manage thirds and still have room for desert, then you should have got right back on the Mayflower and headed back to poncy England. You'd probably even make it back in time for a dainty high tea.
If there's a better spot for watching College Game Day, Rock has yet to find it. Brownies are in the oven, popcorn is in the microwave, ice cold Coke is in the glass, and Corso is about to make his pick. Heck yeah!
There it is, the official J00ster stamp of approval. And we're not even half way though the weekend yet.
Like a Babe in the woods.
Will someone show this city slicker which side of the match you light.
With water this clear, you can see right to the bottom. Which means one can very easily see that dinner ain't coming off the end of a hook tonight. Lucky we brought an entire barn worth of sausages.
This guy is about as country as Country Road.
It's like one of those North Face ads where dudes who wouldn't know a mountain lion from a chipmunk try to look rugged.
Mei is starting to decide that the wilderness isn't so bad after all... as long as it comes equip with cable, a ginormous TV, and a full booze fridge.
The 3.5 hour drive doesn't seem nearly so bad when you have a high def DVD player built in. Then you start measuring time in True Blood episodes instead of hours.
Tsk, tsk... didn't the subprime crisis teach you never to trust the mezzanine tranche?
Clear the decks! Mei and vodka represent a dangerous combo... especially for those standing below.
False alarm. Should have known she'd never waste a drop.
Like North and South Korea, the rival photographers play a tense game of cat and mouse. Canon versus Nikon in the battle for the perfect shot.
Speaking of perfect shots. It's College Game Day in glorious HD.
The breakfast feast is barely cleared before the sandwiches are under construction for an afternoon hike.
The Executive Chef's main role is to ensure every ingredient meets his exacting quality standards.
The trip mascot wants a piece of the action. Dog biscuits just don't quite measure up to a slab of Wisconsin cheddar.
Time to burn off some of the excesses of the weekend with a stroll through the woods. Some referred to it as a hike, but it's not exactly Everest Base Camp.
Still, the view ain't half bad.
How quaint. It's almost perfect enough to be on one of those Whole Foods posters.
Work the camera ladies. That seems to be more than Rock can manage. Which button is the ISO again?
Clear the ledge for someone who really knows how to pose. When you get a doggy manicure every week, you're used to the star treatment.
It's all very romantic, until you take a wrong step back...
So much for winter. Drop the coats folks, summer is back.
Time for a bit of spelunking.
The whole area is riddled with limestone caverns. And the roads are riddled with big billboards hyping up each cave as better than the last. If the Jones' cave down the street has the Chamber of Jewels, then you've got to at least have Cathedral Cavern just to stay in the game.
An underground boat ride. It's just like Disney World. Without the hot dogs.
Hands down winner of the best hiking gear competition.
While everyone else is whipping up gourmet fare, Rock's big achievement is getting the forks and spoons back in the right slots.
Time to test out the water craft.
Rock and Mix quickly discover that there's something very wrong with the drive train on their high tech paddle wheeler.
This must be before Rock spent 45 minutes paddling in vain trying to get back to shore. Sure the lake looks small... when you're observing it safely from the shoreline.
Are you sure that craft is really designed for five? Just as well they didn't catch anything, because even a couple fish would be enough to send this overloaded barge the way of the everyone's least favorite character in Titanic.
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