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Friendly little fellah.
Lake Lewey.
Roasting my wiener.
It was foggy/cloudy and very cool. The mountains looked like they were shifting around.
Slippery rocks = pain.
Lichen!
Drunk and wearing matching shirts.
Water rapidly changing elevation.
Camp!
Jesus Duck.
Me tapping that ash. It looks like hot Dryad on Dryad action.
And one of me (a month) before I got my hair cut. I'm (not) fixing the AQ2.
There are more on my flickr, nothing too much more excitement causing.