Jul 15

Yesterday we were water babies, from above and below.

Crossing Rock Creek yesterday morning, we kissed feet to the fish, and in camp next to Johnson Creek the rain came down.
We were well protected with tarps and tents.

We crossed Johnson Creek today and began climbing again after all that lovely downhill.

I have had enough climbing and am threatening to use the final phrase, the secret phrase that stops the beatings from going too far.  "F*** it, I can't go on."