After staring down a grizzly bear, and riding a mountain goat (bareback no less) I next braved the raging waters of White Pine Creek. And thus began my first epic excursion into the hills...
Uncle J.C. nearly drowned, but luckily I was there to chop down a large branch, weave a sturdy line from the overhanging moss, and fish him from the turbulent waters.
Greetings backwood lady babies. As an endless romantic I chose to protect my delicate hands with a heavy pair of socks. Style is my modus operandi.
Our backwoods abode. I ordered the red buffoon and Uncle J.C. to build me a fire ring worthy of a king.
They did not disappoint!
Mother held me tightly as I communed with nature. I was able to verify on this trip what I already knew - I am indeed one with the stars, the moon and the wind. (Not so sure about the poo shovel though).
There is never a need for guns in the woods when you have the protection of the Mongolian Monkey Bear!!!
You're amazing, Evan!
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