Friday, January 23, 2009

Ode to Nordhouse

This is a pictorial Ode to the Nordhouse Dunes on the lake shore of beautiful West Michigan

Nordhouse means many things to many people. The resounding echo consists of relaxation, kinship, skinny-dipping, singing and laughing at the top of your lungs, eating root vegetables with bacon, and trying to remember random song lyrics.

That said, he's a pictorial day in the life.


Packed up and ready to hike



After a quick one mile hike, beach.



Typically, you're sweating after hiking with a 45lb midget on your back. Take your shoes off, walk in the water and cool off.




Watch out for things from Boston filled with rations




also, watch out for random packs of badasses



All of a sudden, tripods are busted out


Seriously, this is life's barometer for comfort and/or happiness


Twang, aka the Ramblin' Nordhouse Stapleman.

This particular night found Eric in rare form; free-flowed improvisation that lasts 64 minutes is always impressive. If lyrics were flammable, we'd have burnt to a crisp.

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