Summer Camp Day 5
Alpacallama, I've never been able to tell the difference between the various flavours of camelids. This hairy lad was preparing to gob on a group of excited Scouts when I arrived and moved them back a bit; out of howking range.
One of those memory days. Hiked up to 6000 feet (proper mountain) and then spent the night in a wooden hut. The campfire and songs were just the best, sitting amongst the gods. No cold beer after a long, hot day climbing, but you can't have it all.
I can now confirm that I'm not the only leader on camp who snores, fact.
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