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We stayed at Herb and Betty's Thursday night. Up at 5:30am and off we go. We avoid the Champney Lamprey. Slight confusion spell on way in - Not lost, just bewildered. Mark's snowshoe bindings were destroyed on hike in. Steak and beans were the fare, Friday night. Tent pairing were Mike and Bill, Murray and Tommy. Mark slept by himself (?). Wood was plentiful, mostly hardwood. Stashed wine was found intact. Bill followed a map he made, right to his wine. Dave is not among us -- hurt his back. Dave, Cheryl and Chris hiked in and found us on Sunday. Everyone admired Cheryl's tight, white pants. Mark Dearborn showed up right after Dave, Cheryl and Chris left. He announced his arrival with an attack of bottle rockets. The campsite was at the top of a ridge. Water was fetched by filling the water jug with the coffee pot. A knotted rope was left in place to assist in going up and down the ridge to where the brook was. There was much hiker activity on opposite ridge. Murray put his carving talents to use in creating an object that would be the envy of any porno star! Mike built a chair, used it one night and then dismantled it. Need to work on building technique. A field mouse was roused up when camp was broken up. The letters "age" were appended to most words - meltage, sizzlage, beanage, chop sewage.... Some beer that was left in the trucks was drinkable on Monday morning after hike out. Murray didn't forget the water jug this year. Instead, he sliced it up to remove a chunk of ice. He didn't want to carry the extra weight out. Removal of ice, rendered the jug useless. It is discovered, and reported by "Murray" that Tom Cooley has a habit of running in sleep while remaining in his sleeping bag. Hmmmm...... Even though there are only five of us this year, we discover that you still cut as much wood as you would for six or more. This causes us not to have much energy for anything else but sitting around the camp site. |