Heather setting up our tent.
This is the lord of the fire, Ken. He used the ancient Indian technique of an automatic lighter. That's how they train him on his search and rescue team.
The ladies, taking it easy.
Hiking up to Meneka Peak. It was a nice hike in a pretty forest, but the "peak" was pretty anticlimatic. No lookout, no majestic view, not even a sign. In fact, we didn't even realize that we had reached the top until the trail started to head downward. Oh well, it still couldn't rob us of our sense of accomplishment.
I was reminded on this camping trip of why I love the West so much; no ticks! We ended up killing and picking off at least 4-5 ticks throughout the trip. When we got home, we had to kill a few more. Nasty little things, ticks.
3 comments:
Ummm..so..that's my track jacket. If I recall correctly, Heather is sometimes fuzzy about ownership of clothes. She can keep it, I'm glad she's enjoying it, but let the record show that it is my jacket. (hehe, love you Heather!)
You guys are so active with all the hiking and running. Go you!
I hate ticks!!! Thanks for a good time, we need to do it again.
EWWWW...not a fan of the ticks. Looks like you had a great time besides that. I think that is so funny about the jacket.
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