Just a couple of photos from my annual backpacking trip to the Royal Gorge, on the North Fork of the American River in California.
The worst part isn't getting up WAY too early to hike in and beat the heat, over one hundred degrees when you get to the lower altitudes. And it isnt the 7 mile hike uphill on the way home, though that part does pretty much suck.
The worst part is the fucking anxiety I feel when I make the last turn and cross the bridge to my favorite campsite, hoping that no one reached it before I did. This is the creek below the bridge.
Luckily no one was there, so I set up the trusty tent, hoping it wouldnt rain because it has a large hole in the top mended only with Gorilla tape. A word of advice when splitting firewood. Bring a hatchet. Using a large boulder to do the job leads to unpredictable results, like almost impaling your girlfriend with a sharp, flying piece of lumber. She sees the humor in it now, but it took a while to earn her trust back. Note that she didn't come on this trip with me. She said she had other plans that didn't involve dying in the woods.
Here are my accommodations. First class, if you ask me.
And here is the pool. Its not heated, in case you were wondering!
My traveling companion, on his first backpacking trip. Hes a puppy on parole, named Azul. He's been out of prison for 6 months now. Next time he carries his own fucking food. He's also afraid of the water, but he's a pretty cool pooch otherwise. Oh yeah, he's also afraid of bridges. I had to carry him across each and every one of them. Both ways.
Its a weed, I think, but not THAT kind of weed. It's pretty, so I took a picture. Then Azul ate it.
And finally, the campfire. No, we didnt have a fire permit. We made up a game based on liars dice, but since we didn't have any dice we used cards. The game ended up being called "Bullshit, Motherfucker." I don't remember the rules now, but they were simply complicated. Somehow, I won. Then again, I was playing against a dog.
Thats it for now. Its still beautiful down there. Unfortunately, more people are finding it, and more people are leaving their garbage behind. Some people actually left an empty keg of shitty Heineken beer, and plastic beer cups floating in the river. Im not sure how they got it there. It must have been a lot of work. What a bunch of assholes. Azul and I left a couple booby traps for them. I hope they got mauled by bears.
The worst part isn't getting up WAY too early to hike in and beat the heat, over one hundred degrees when you get to the lower altitudes. And it isnt the 7 mile hike uphill on the way home, though that part does pretty much suck.
The worst part is the fucking anxiety I feel when I make the last turn and cross the bridge to my favorite campsite, hoping that no one reached it before I did. This is the creek below the bridge.
Luckily no one was there, so I set up the trusty tent, hoping it wouldnt rain because it has a large hole in the top mended only with Gorilla tape. A word of advice when splitting firewood. Bring a hatchet. Using a large boulder to do the job leads to unpredictable results, like almost impaling your girlfriend with a sharp, flying piece of lumber. She sees the humor in it now, but it took a while to earn her trust back. Note that she didn't come on this trip with me. She said she had other plans that didn't involve dying in the woods.
Here are my accommodations. First class, if you ask me.
And here is the pool. Its not heated, in case you were wondering!
My traveling companion, on his first backpacking trip. Hes a puppy on parole, named Azul. He's been out of prison for 6 months now. Next time he carries his own fucking food. He's also afraid of the water, but he's a pretty cool pooch otherwise. Oh yeah, he's also afraid of bridges. I had to carry him across each and every one of them. Both ways.
Its a weed, I think, but not THAT kind of weed. It's pretty, so I took a picture. Then Azul ate it.
And finally, the campfire. No, we didnt have a fire permit. We made up a game based on liars dice, but since we didn't have any dice we used cards. The game ended up being called "Bullshit, Motherfucker." I don't remember the rules now, but they were simply complicated. Somehow, I won. Then again, I was playing against a dog.
Thats it for now. Its still beautiful down there. Unfortunately, more people are finding it, and more people are leaving their garbage behind. Some people actually left an empty keg of shitty Heineken beer, and plastic beer cups floating in the river. Im not sure how they got it there. It must have been a lot of work. What a bunch of assholes. Azul and I left a couple booby traps for them. I hope they got mauled by bears.
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no problem.. and you don`t have to learn german, Iove your language and I am glad that I can right and read so much right now.. Hope Ill get better soon