Point Reyes!

Fellow campers, rejoice! From summer's heat is born a blood lust for nature as fathomless as the deepest pocket of Hell. Yesterday I quenched my fervent need by feasting on the glorious bounty that lies in Point Reyes. Come along with me...

My new friend hanging out in my window. He's cute!

At the Top of Mt Wittenberg, watching keenly for foes.

Looking East from Mt Wittenberg through a narrow hole in the trees.

Snack break. Why did I buy trail mix in a non-resealable bag? Because I bought it from a gas station, that's why.

Shaded walking downhill.

Black forest.

Nicest trail of all time. Bountiful beautyness.

"Pose, Jon!"

California: We Got Trees!

Most of these trees were covered in a bitter, inedible moss. Any  likening to cotton candy would be most erroneous.

Bountyness.

After breaking the tree line... before entering the fog line.

This plant was some kind of show-off.

Looking North up the coast to the upper part of Point Reyes. The point is barely visible at the upper left.

Captivatingly inedible.

We reached the coast.  

Looking back on our trail.

Under the fog line, the rest of Point Reyes is a little more visible.

I don't know what this is or what it means. All I know is that it's my new god.

Dead snake. It was dead when I found it, I swear.

Looking down the coast from Arch Rock.

That's one of those oceans.

There were WAY too many people out there, so we fled as soon as humanly possible...

... and ate lunch up here, leering bitterly at the others.

Cliff succulent. See the blurry kid by the water? I think he thought I was taking a picture of him. I WAS NOT.

What I looked at while eating my 7-11 turkey sandwich.

Looking back on the coast on the way back up. My carnal craving is satisfied for yet another day.

Boulder Lake, Carson-Iceberg Wilderness

Iceberg Wilderness! Even the name of this place evokes thoughts of icy adventure and strange new non-sexual feelings! Oh the joy. Oh indeed. We started out from Iceberg meadow and headed a few miles into the junction to Boulder Lake for a quick one-nighter in July! Come, gaze upon my pictures and wonder how someone so dim-witted could operate a digital camera. I am as baffled as you, new friend! Enjoy!

I didn't take my camera out of my bag until we reached camp. Sucks for you!

Meadow near the Lake.

How to make murky water palatable: Strain with hanky. Use iodine tincture. Immediately regret not buying a water filtration system. Drink your disgusting iodine mud water.

Lake, duh.

Strange underwater plant. Me and this plant had some serious bonding time.

I studied my backpacking partner, Aaron for quite some time from atop this rock.

More trees and rocks. Who knew!

Route #1: not going to happen.

Route #2: Unexpected cliff.

Route #3: 8 foot bushes.

So close, but we had to give up and start over.

Route #4: defeated. Aaron remains optimistic.

The exact moment of our defeat. At this point, we could continue no longer.

These bugs were all over the place. They tasted like bugs.