Ah yes, what an adventure in the high country. As you can see, someone shot the bull. That someone was Shep - 26 yards away with a 50 caliber muzzle loader. My brother witnessed it all. We all went up with the horses to retrieve the quarters and take them down to the base camp. Craig was grinning from ear to ear. He was one happy camper.
Actually, we all were happy campers. We had a blast (other than a mule chase a time or two). A little patience tester for us all but we survived and passed the test. Had beautiful weather, rainy weather, and even a bunch of snow on the last day. The true mountain man experience. Caught a few trout, walked a lot of miles, climbed a bunch of mountains and even washed our hands a time or two. The water was cold, I'll tell you that. Anyway, made it back home in one piece late Saturday night - a little grubby, a little smelly, but well worth the trip. I'll try and post some more pictures if I can get this blog thing to work. Later - P.R.
6 comments:
I've no doubt you guys "shot a lot of bull" and it had nothing to do with 4 legged animals, right?? .
Wow! What a bunch of rugged mountian men. Before we know it, we'll be seeing you on Survivor!
I think you need to tell the tear-the-pants, fall in poop, slide-into-pond story. Or let your brothers tell it - they embellish it rather hysterically. Lynn
I'd like to hear their version and then compare notes. The most exciting would become the real story.
It was a great trip with our adopted brother, Shep, even with enduring the cleansing swabbing in the freezing creek water. Whoaowwwoa!!
Now tell the truth, Did you loose your witness? Just kidding, I'm glad you had the chance to cut loose for a few days and ruff it. I hope you are refreshed and ready to go again. Take care, I'm praying for you.
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