Hey there Jon Land, watcha been up to in that there Lewis and Clark lodge?

Nic, the British chick, on a mission. Or perhaps fleeing from the mysterious stank of the pay showers.

Yes Cliff, those are what the country folk like to call trees.

Canoeing 101: actually, Jon, the paddle goes in the water. I feel the need to mention that Brent is sporting Marty's spare glasses here because, upon stopping for lunch, he became so excited at the prospect of taking a dip in the river (beware the yellow water!) that he dove right in without first removing his own. I like to think that his glasses have moved to Port Jervis and settled into a nice, comfy existence there on the shores of the Delaware.

This is the part where we hooked up and left the Scotch on the rocks.

Brent and Jon clearly testing out the push me pull me theory of motion. Err, keep working on it fellas. Actually, you might want to insert the use of the paddles into that theory - you know, just for testing purposes.

Nice shot Zara. That'll teach Brent to question your design philosophies.

Hey Lindsey, here's a shirtless Greg - an image you conjured up many a time in your pre-pubescent daydreams, I am sure. If you had come along, you could have smooched him all over, perhaps even enough to piss his girlfriend off and send her packing. But alas, as it was you opted to stay home, forcing us to suffer her fantasies of becoming a member of an elite force of recycling police. Curses on you!

Nothing else to say but FOXY!

Nic, taking a respite from power paddling. She's Twiggy-esque and yet really gets the lead out. Must be all the beer curls she does to prepare for pub crawls.

Cliff, the merry woodsman.

Jon's Great Aunt Hetty. Aunt Hetty ain't a big fan of getting wet.

I'm really not sure what to say here. I seem to be developing either a second chin - perhaps from all the barbeque - or Downs Syndrome. How about Killbreath whipping out the sports coat? Trying to impress the local skunks or what?

Anyone seen Cliff's lighter? 'Cause that's just not safe man.

Four hours, seven seemingly endless stories later, outlasting the majority of the group, Nicola is clearly still enchanted with, and delighted that, Marty has come along and chosen to share a few choice tidbits from what can only be described as a vast array of life stories.

Scotch escaped the rocks. Hot toddy anyone?