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| Dinner at Stony Ridge the night before the trip |
At the entry point |
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Little Isabella River rapids |
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At a portage |
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At our campsite on Quadga Lake. It was one of the best I've ever seen. |
Someone had really trashed the fire grate area. |
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Se we set about rebuilding it. |
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And we even left the next few parties a nice pile of firewood. |
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| The tent pads were back in the trees and nicely shaded. |
This is the cool mini-tripod that Joe (father in-law) got me. It works a trick. |
The wind was so bad that we got almost no fishing time. |
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Ferns growing in the rocks. |
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| Some sort of moss. |
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Garrett passing the time until the wind died down. It never did. |
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| The wilderness fridge we invented last year. It consists of a rock to hold our drinking water at the bottom of the lake to keep it cool, and a rope to keep it from escaping. |
The coming storm. |
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On our way out the next morning. We cut the trip short due to the weather. |
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A moose!! |
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My daughter Delia wearing Garrett's hat. |
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