There was some big ol' glacial erratic along the trail.
We found ourselves way up in the high country singing "Misty Mountain Hop".
Then it snowed. Eric was so afraid he had to close his eyes.
Someone left a metal grill at the site so we steamed some beef sticks in a sardine can.
It was pretty much exquisitely beautiful.
Eric constructed the best firepit ever. 'Twas a shame to practice LNT and tear it down in the morning.
At trip's end we had to fight Jax dog for the last tall boy of Old Swill.