I got home from the Black Hills early this morning. As far as I could tell, everybody had a blast. Bonus: I met two very awesome people - Matt and Dan. There is nothing quite like a camping expedition to get acquainted. All of the photos are on my profile on facebook, but I'll put a few of them here to give you an idea of what we did.
Here I stand in front of the beautiful rolling black hills. This is still in the first day of hiking, so I still feel as if I'm alive.
Ann ponders the meaning of life.
Our campground for the first night. Although it's dispersed camping, we stumbled upon a relatively convenient bit of forest for the number of tents we had.
At lunchtime on day #2, we took a break on the tops of these rocks and took in some great sights. We were close enough to see Harney Peak at this point.
On the morning of day #3, the remaining campers hiked out of the wilderness.
And then they stabbed me with walking sticks.
We saw a television advertisement for these new P'zone things at Pizza Hut right after we got out of the forest. Since we had been eating trail mix and crackers for three days, the images of meaty cheese-stuffed goodness left an indelible mark in our memories. So, we stopped at a pizza hut in Nebraska on the way home and indulged our senses.
Here I stand in front of the beautiful rolling black hills. This is still in the first day of hiking, so I still feel as if I'm alive.
Ann ponders the meaning of life.
Our campground for the first night. Although it's dispersed camping, we stumbled upon a relatively convenient bit of forest for the number of tents we had.
At lunchtime on day #2, we took a break on the tops of these rocks and took in some great sights. We were close enough to see Harney Peak at this point.
On the morning of day #3, the remaining campers hiked out of the wilderness.
And then they stabbed me with walking sticks.
We saw a television advertisement for these new P'zone things at Pizza Hut right after we got out of the forest. Since we had been eating trail mix and crackers for three days, the images of meaty cheese-stuffed goodness left an indelible mark in our memories. So, we stopped at a pizza hut in Nebraska on the way home and indulged our senses.
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