There comes a time when a mans got to do what a mans got to do
which is why yours truloy, Rocky the best Berner ever and Keeef
packed a bag each (well Rocky didn't obviously as his paws don't have opposing thumbs)
and set of to find wilderness not too far from the highway for a nights wild camp. Read sleep under a waterproof sheet. Now up until the time we got to our chosen bivvi spot the weather was fine, the sky was blue (almost) and the birds sand from the trees that spring was so happening.
Almost as soon as we set camp the sun abandoned us and the heavens opened
forcing us to have a long siesta which was no drama and Rocky made himself comfortable on my sleeping space.
Very comfortable in fact.
When the weather cleared up
we made a fire in the kitchen area and huddled around it
cooking food the old fashioned way. We did have a frying pan but whats better than a sausage on a stick method?
Eric and Ernie had stowed away for their first camping trip since Kilimanjaro
and they joined us by the campfire where Rocky waited patiently for his share of cooked treats.
Night fell and then cleared off finding us alive and well in a very cold morning in a beautiful location
and while my oppo was performing morning ablutions I evaded the sights, sounds and smells emanating from his side of the river for the more tranquil sounds of nature from the waterfalls.
Of which there were many.
Rocky sat quietly once again while yours truly made a pigs breakfast out of a pigs breakfast by dropping choice rashers down cracks in the rocks around the stove before completely wrecking the stove by melting it.
Still, waste not want not and yours truly manfully fished it out, blew the most unappealing lumps of dirt off it
before throwing it to an eager onlooker.
A gentle walk back to Stan, parked over night at Gospel Pass, followed by a
quick tea and biscuits stop at an historic bridge concluded another mini adventure.
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