My Jane Mansfield look.

Cliff, reasonably happy, before being introduced him to the horrors of an active lifestyle.

Hym. Mom says I have to call him Jesse now, so I will, even though everyone knows that he is the Hymenator. So this so-called "Jesse" person is Happy. Sitting on a rock. Jesse is happy just about anywhere, It's the beauty of all that is Jesse.

Jesse's's a cat guy. Never amused by the flurry of activity that comes along with a canine pal... or two. Also, as a child he had a rocking horse named Kalib.. That just means that he is a momma's boy. Cat-lovin' momma's boy!

Me and my Pooty. Tee hee hee.

Jesse - looking scarier than that tree.

Evil Cliff. Designated driver and tour guide for the Maine Lobster Festival bus.

Yum. I ate three of these suckers. That's right, three! And I would have eaten three more if... if... I hadn't been full. DOH!

One down, two to go.

That's my brother. I know. It's not as bad as it looks, I swear.

Made it to the top of the mountain. I omitted the pictures of Cliff choking on his nicotine-coated lungs, but I certainly have to give credit where credit is due. Cliff was kick ass on the way down. Fearless and KICK ASS!

That's me throwing Cliff off a cliff. I can't tell you how often I feel like doing this very thing to Cliff. Trouble is there is rarely a cliff around when you need one.

Okay, so I made Cliff and Jesse join me on a mountain hike AFTER the whole mountain biking excursion. See that look on Jesse's face? It was pretty much all I got out of either of then for a full 18-hours. Things is, the hike is an annual tradition for me and Poot. Poot really didn't want to skip it.

Jesse used the excuse of a photo to get a chance to sit down. I'm onto you Jess!

We're so not there yet. I am not even going to go off about how the two of you deserted me about three quarters of the way up and left me to finish on my own. Well, me and Poot and Gidge, who I had to carry the last quarter of the way. Gidge is just way to short to enjoy life to the fullest.

That Poot - such a ham! Maybe she needed an excuse to sit down as well. I'm onto you Poot!

You would think that after all that kayaking would be a bit of relief. But no, Brother Dave takes us on a 3-mile sea journey.

That's my brother again. What a stud! Ladies can email him here (stone cold foxes need only apply).

Family photo. Toad is missing. Toad is not stupid enough to come on a vacation that involves biking, hiking and kayaking.

Dave and Becky. Dave is showing off his kayak skirt. It's not his best skirt, but whatever, do your thing Dave.