Jumping over creeks, even though there were bridges. This was the first creek Mark drank from. He was terribly thirsty.
The cutest little acorn (right)
Cause why not, right? (left) Brothers who love each other a whole lot (right)
Dan said it was like they caught a fish. They smashed it against the rocks. This was probably the fifth large ice shard with the same fate.
I love Dan in this one. He could be five, in the best way. They smashed this log against the rocks too. In a loving way, not in a log-hating sort of way.
How Mark prefers to drink his water. Dan and I took drinks too, but Dan got a little bit of water up his nose so we stopped.
Building an homage to our walk for future generations to enjoy. In reality, the next boys to walk up this trail will probably find immense joy in pushing it over. C'est la vie.
We built it together! It was awesome and super sturdy.
Goodbye for now, dear mountains. I slept the whole way home. The only thing I did that night was work on my rug... it's coming along! I can almost curl up on it.
Till next time.