Journal
16 May 1921
Captain Jas. Cox, retired
Styling by Jim Cox
Styling by Jim Cox
Styling by Jim Cox
Styling by Jim Cox
Our group stealthily ventured past the daunting backyard fence on our way to new adventure. We lost young Winston almost immediately when his pollen induced sneeze brought the steel beast to life. Wendy and I trudged on until we encountered the sandstone cliffs nestled in the hills of southern Indiana. Retrieving my long unused, but immaculate, archaeological tools from my trusty bag, I began examination of the site. It was obvious that natives had been there judging by their etched names in the soft stone, and the remnants of there eating habits. 1000 years from now this would hold great interest. Alas for now, they are just trashy bastards.
Using techniques studied from the writings of Sherpa Tenzing, I made a few attempts at climbing the crag. The conditions at the time, as well as my footwear, were unfavorable for ascent. This will be left for a future adventure.