And we're ready for part 3. Saturday night a few of us were in the parking lot laying in the gravel looking up at the stars (it's amazing how many you can see when you're out in the woods like that) when Ian suddenly jumps up and is ready to sling rocks or haul ass whichever his drunken brain finally decides on. It seems he saw a pair of glowing eyeballs coming towards him and of course he was a little spooked. It turns out it was NOT big-foot or a fox it was a cool little dog that we think lived on the farm down the road. Bill was the first to recognize her for what she was and he got her to come over to us and they became instant friends. Sometime during the evening Whitey decided her name shall be Chardonnay, so that is what her name became. We fed her some of our BBQ meat so of course she became one of the gang. That night she ended up sleeping right outside Bill's little one man tent. The next morning Bill seemed to be the worse for wear and he ended up getting out of the tent and promptly laying right back down on his mat. Of course his new girlfriend wanted in on this action so I was able to capture the moment for posterity. Eventually everyone got up and we got ready to roll.
Tomorrow will be the last post from the trip and it will just be random shots that I've left out so far. Stay Tuned!