The Great Outdoors I am wrecked tired...and quite content. I needed that little camping jaunt. As usual I snapped a couple of pictures of the "here and there" during it all. As soon as I got home I called up a friend from Corpus and squared away a pack-in camping trip in the Big Bend mountains for early December. It's beautiful down there at that time of year and this recent excursion aroused my dormant outfitting ambition. Word.
Oh yeah...pictures...
The en route bale of cotton.

Night #1 smore fire, yo.

Rope swings are the shit.

Dutch oven cooking.

Cheese-filled, cornflake encrusted calico chicken simmering in the dutch oven, biotch.

Morning sky.

Morning fire.

Morning salvation.

The road home.