This far right photo is a shot of our camp table after dinner, planning our route.

While on the hike ouside Ft Robinson we got covered with these grass weed seeds that had little arrows to embed themselves in your clothes (see my sock, right).

This is what our site looked like at Ft. Rob.

It got so windy while we we away hiking that our tent fly ripped. After only 22 years (bought when rebecca was born, immediately clawed by a cat). Fortunately duck tape came to the rescue, and now our tent looks appropriately ghetto, (that's for you sammy!)