OK, listen up now y'all. It is time to start planning for Weminuche Phase 2. After the startling success of Phase 1, the gallery is clamoring for more. Since Clint can't go, Scott is stepping into the breach -- and his equipment list is shaping up nicely.Time to spruce up those packing lists; time to start climbing stairs with weights in your pack; time to tell the boss you'll be taking July off; time to get your estate in shape; and time to tell the wife you are happy for your eternal marriage.
Brother Stephen and one or two more from his family are coming (not official, but they're coming). Total campsize limit is 8, so there are still a couple of spots left for the experience of a lifetime:
Wilderness cooking as never previously known (wild animals bloated on the leftovers).
Up close and personal with critters who have never brushed (we'll probably see some non-human critters as well).
High altitude giddiness and hysteria (Austin gets his own tent).
Personal training supplement (Barry Bonds can't duplicate the results).
Map reading trials (and errors).
More testosterone than sense (or is that redundant?)
Any who would like an account of last year's adventure, just speak up, but don't say I didn't warn you.
3 comments:
At least he's out in the woods sawing logs instead of next to me.
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Dad, great post! The picture is perfect too. You didn't disappoint. Mom, your comment was funny. We just got back tonight and are encouraged by the sudden influx of blog posts. Way to go, guys!
I feel like I'm joining an ill-fated trip. Mark, you paint a detailed picture of a typical man-planned and executed camp. I think my incredible backpack will be my saving grace. I intend to use all the secret pockets to hide edible food and any other essentials I might need.
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