We moved this slide across the creek and set it at a precarious angle, I don’t think I slid it.
When authorities kicked us out of our favorite spot, we explored new territory.
Whitey didn’t stake his tent, so when wind picked up it started tumbling in towards this pond, he chased it and barely caught it in time!
Whitey carrying his tent back to camp.
Goggles turned out to be handy when cooking over a smokey campfire.