We got in a feral fix this weekend. After waiting patiently all summer, the fire bans were eventually lifted, so
we loaded up like neanderthals and headed for the hills.
Wolfgang planned an end-of-summer trip to Elitch's with a few friends, a couple of whom will be leaving this week for college. So while they were being amused, the rest of us went to go get dirty.
|Chaco refused to move from this position |
until I put the camera away
It was a really nice weekend for it. Lots of rain was forecast, but we didn't get a whole lot where we were, just clouds and cooler temperatures. We did get under a few sprinkles, but we don't complain about rain!
It was a beautiful day for hiking through the Aspens.
I don't think it technically counts as "lost" if we didn't know where we were going in the first place
This morning, Meego and I went for a bacon hike and met a couple of deer.
We were enjoying a nice moment of nature bonding, when a rowdy jeep shocked us all back to the rat race.
We enjoyed a nice time by the creek while some Church-in-the-Woods people worshipped nearby, reminding me it was Sunday.
No doubt, we were affected by the evil forest cult, because we played Survival Poker while the Biblin' was going on.
Magnum had a deck of playing cards with survival pointers on them. We had regular and strike-anywhere matches for "chips"
I'm pretty sure a use-your-watch-as-a-compass and a how-to-fend-off-a-black-bear beats a what-not-to-eat and a make-a-snowcave.