This past weekend was Camping Adventuretime! 
My friends and I trudged up to the perilous Franconia Notch, NH where we scaled mountains, caught fish bare-handed, and wrestled bears BEAR-handed. Okay, so maybe the "Adventuretime" is a bit of an overstatement, but it was a lot of fun. Quite legitimate too. Sleeping in tents, outhouses (creepy) , building campfires, boiling water; the whole she-bang. Despite the cold temperatures and frequent rain, we had a lovely time and got to enjoy some beautiful nature. Here, look at the beautiful nature:
While driving around New Hampshire I spotted a sign for Hobo Mini-Golf. Now, as a general life rule, I do not pass up hilariously themed activities. We had also been admiring a brochure for Hobo Junction just the previous day. [My favorite part of the brochure: "Enjoy a souvenir Hobo Bindle Stick (bundle on a stick)"]
I'm really kicking myself that I left my camera in the car. Hobo Junction did not disappoint. First, let me say it was a quality mini-golf course. Very clean and workers were friendly. It's just the hobo theme that cracked me up. There was a a big distiller for "furrmentin'" and an enormous wooden lawn chair that really had no explanation (except for some signs implicating I needed to sit down after all that moonshine). The real treat was the mannequins though. I loved them. They were clearly a hodge-podge of different mannequins including one very sad lady-mannequin with a stubble beard painted on her face. My personal favorite was the one who was floating in the water wear a baseball cap next to a wrecked boat. He was more drowning victim than hobo. In conclusion, if you ever find yourself in Lincoln, NH I highly recommend Hobo Junctions and I demand you send me photos galore.