As the panfish see it.

Holy hiatus! I have been off this guy for months. Oh well. Law school is ending and I will soon have more time to pursue other things, namely ride my bike, study for the bar and write on the old blog.

I have soooooo many new pieces of gear to write about that it is not even funny and many upcoming trips to go on. Goodness, it is going to be a whirlwind fall. Well, my case books beckon for four more weeks. The end is nearing.

Until my time loosens up expect sporadic posts filled mostly pictures. Speaking of pictures here are a few taken with my Olympus Stylus Tough 8010. Enjoy.

J

Spring Golden Hour

"Bullfrog Pond"

Lower Peninsula Splendor

"Beauty and the Beast"

We must go West.

While on my way out west I flew over the Rockies. It was the first time that I have ever been out that way. I felt very small and insignificant. I think that in the near future I need to go see them in person.

I want to stand at the base of a real mountain and look up.

Freshly brined dirt roads

Got back from California and decided to go out for a nice 27 miler on the local dirt roads.

Met with Hunter on Friday and headed out. In spite of a nasty headwind that seemed to synch up with each of our turns it was a great way to jump back onto the fitness wagon.

Thanks Hunter for the companionship and the Washtenaw county road commission for brining the roads. Nice and smooth, just like I like it.

J.

Sharks

Last week we went to anaheim, the to long beach and we were shark and ray petters.

It was awesome.

J.

Human Hot Pocket

I have been slacking in the reading department. But my increased gym time is allowing me time to catch up a bit.

While reading the Survival Edition of Backpacker I came across one of my greatest fears; the possibility of becoming a human hot pocket. For years I have thanked the powers that be every time I wake up in the morning in my sleeping bag intact.

I am talking about a situation like this: you are sleeping in the deepest slumber, fresh air is filling your lungs, the stress of the workweek drifts out your tent vents in a gentle night breeze. All of the sudden you snap out of your dreamworld to a musky smell and some grunting. This is a situation that I call the human hot pocket because that is essentially what become to a hungry bear looking to fix his midnight case of the munchies.

According to Backpacker, in the event that this happens to you you should thrash around to alert your camping partners and start fighting back... good luck.

Make sure your smelly stuff is in proper storage containers, watch for scat and if you are really afraid, put some raw meat in your friend's tent just in case... unless it's my tent.

John

(This is not a bear, but it has the potential to be equally terrifying)

Poor little guy