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Weekend 2003 a trip to the Buckhorn Wilderness - Heather Creek trail |
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Camp Handy, on our journey towards Heather Creek, we came upon a
meadow. No, there aren't really any meadow pictures - imagine
"The Wilderness Family" scenery... that's what it looks
like... littered with deer and flowers and bear poop. Yup, that's
what we experienced in our meadow.
So happening upon this meadow before the major leg of our hike to Heather Creek, we decided that this would be our homested, the Dungeness River swiftly flowing just outside our door and dense forest all around us. That's our tent, in case you were a little confused. |
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Petey
liked his temporary home. He had relaxing times by the fire, ducks
to watch in the river, and a great little vole friend that ran into
the bushes around our site.
Petey spent much time in his own doggy thoughts... meditating by the river's side. |
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Group
shot: No, Leanne and I are not conjoined with a massive leg span
that more than doubles Petey's body.
Here we sit, posing for the camera by our tent. It was a very cool midmorning - storms were whipping through the mountain peaks above, the wind was whipping us. |
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Here
Leanne holds back a very cookie-hungry Petey. To the right is the
Dungeness River... to the front is our very cool rented bear canister
#69.
No, we did not pick out the number. It was just a funny little chance happening. |
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And
so we day hiked towards Heather Creek. There are no pictures
showing my cowardess, as there's a point in the trail where you have to
cross the Dungeness River. The river is swift and deep... and
there is NO log that could make my fat butt feel comfortable at
crossing.
Instead, we stopped for a photographic moment. Deep in the forest, moss is a-plenty. |
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Pete
was our main camera guy, always keeping track of the gear, of us, and of
every type of rodent/bird/mammal in the area.
What a guy. |