The boys, happy to be at our first camp near the footbridge across Bridge Creek. The creek was close enough to lull us to sleep at night. Filling up on water was easy too.
A waterfall at Bridge Creek.
Relaxing at camp. Rob near the tents.
The boys around the fire pit. Alas a fire ban was in effect so we were forced to drink Grand Marnier and smoke cigars in the late evening darkness.
Rob and his oldest son Dan in a male bonding moment.
On the trail the next morning in stellar weather. We awoke to blue skies in contrast to the gloomy weather prediction.