A hopeful beginning
Humid and hot and we're fully clothed to protect from the mosquitoes.
Cooking on the bridge where the cool, the rushing water and the breeze keep all but the bravest of the bugs away.
The middle fork of the Whirlpool River...notice bridge footings on other side. Too high for the two of us to ford with 50+ lb packs and my lack of swimming skills.
Working our way back again...still fully clothed in the heat. We're walking in low marshy forest where the breeze does not venture.
Some of Brent's bites
Cooking inside the tent this time.
The campground we couldn't reach. I look pretty grim, don't I?
All's well that ends well...back safely to the trailhead. We warned a group of guided tourists on a one night trip of the "dangers" that lay ahead...although they weren't even going as far as our first site.
3 comments:
That's too bad!! All I can think about is the mountains lately... your pictures look pretty nice...but the pictures don't always do heat or bugs justice.
See you soon,
Rachel
Nope they don't! I wish we could have somehow gotten a better picture of the bugs...but you'll just have to imagine. :)
Imagining is good enough for me!!
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