dog days of summer...

I forgot to post images of my last camping trip (last weekend) up in the Lassen National Forest about 4-5 hours north east of San Francisco. It was totally beautiful despite the fact that what we really planned on doing was a hike-in wilderness camping situation for about three days. You know, the kind where you lug in all your food and water for the entire time and pretend you live in "ye olden days" like pioneers. What really happened was that about 45 minutes from the nearest town on a lonely stretch of alpine-like mountain, Kurt's new-to-him car (whom we had christened Kevin--yes, Kevin, the 1998 Jeep Cherokee) started emitting a white smokey cloud from underneath that freaked the hell out of us. We limped to the nearest campground which happened to be really great (amazingly) and decided to do car camping instead of the original plan.

Needless to say, Plan B was beeeeeauuuutiful and even included finding swimming holes next to streams, buck deer jumping past us as we played cards into the evening, and home-made strong brewed coffee. Oh, and beers at night--he he!


note my favorite woodland scent: Eau d'Off!