...the bastard went over the mountain...

the bastard went over the mountain
the bastard went over the mountain
the bastard went over the mountaaaaaain

and what do you think he saw

he saw another mountain
he saw another mountain
he saw another mountaaaaaain

and what do you think he did

well enough of this tedium. as i was saying before, i went to the berkshires to visit the nice lady's aunt and uncle. well no visit to the berkshires is complete without a trip to the lee outlets, er, i mean mount greylock.



greylock is the tallest peak, er, hill in massachusetts. i don't know how many countys you can see from the top but it looks like the fall would suck. anyway, when we got to the top we found that there were a bunch of chuckleheads hangliding and paragliding off of the top which was pretty sweet. but quite like a lot of things in the berkshires that get spoiled by too many people in the way, there were too many people in the way, causing folks to get hit with paragliding silk at one point. i don't have that one but i do have this guy taking off with a bunch of tourists in the way.



now i know what you're saying, you're up there touristing yourself you bastard, who are you to judge?" and you would be right but i wasn't in the way, so back the hell off! anyway, lots of folks managed to take off sans fanny packers and some of these guys got some sweet air as illustrated mmmmmm-here



here is more of the tower that is on the tallest part of the hill, er, peak



oh yes and the nice lady and the boy. and ummmmm fade to black



—the bastard