Camping (oh yes!) in the Mysterious Woods of far Western New Jersey

In September of 2000 we (Jen, Sue, Sarah, Greg, Tricia, Navin, and Chuck) decided the time had come to leave the cement and skyscrapers behind for a few days, to become One with Nature, to freeze our butts off, to swim in a natural (gross) pond, to live in peace with the native animals, and above all, to eat smores and drink beer.

They call it Camp Taylor.

I'm sorry all I have is a few bad pictures, but here they are:

The highlight of our adventures (for me) was reaching this scenic peak after a 15 mile hike (if memory serves), a quarter of which was climbing almost vertically upward... I almost died before we reached the top... This is the gorgeous cabin we (sue, sarah, chuck, and myself) slept in. Don't let it fool you-- it contained no heating devices whatsoever!! Sarah's screaming, Sue's wailing, and Chuck's violent snoring did more to prevent sleep than the temperature. There were vicious wolves in every direction, virtually surrounding our camp site. During our midnight walk we found a road-- what was a paved road doing in the middle of a forest, I don't know. But it was black as pitch, and there were all sorts of evil forces and noises following us down that road. After braving the night's demons, we enjoyed a board game, beer, smores, and a few frightened screams around the fire. Sue is especially proud of her Smore.