The chaos of packing.
The view from the first night's campsite.
Later, a mountain was discovered across the lake as the clouds cleared.
Skinnydipping in this lake may or may not have occurred...
On the Pacific Crest Trail in front of the South Sister.
An obsidian floe, sparkling in the bright sunshine.
The Middle Sister.
Man with a map.
Granola and fresh huckleberries, eaten sitting on a fallen log: truly the breakfast of champions.
Have you ever seen a cooler campsite? Yeah, me neither.
Broken Top across the Wickiup Plains.
Let's go back again soon, shall we?