It all started Friday night when Steve showed up unannounced and Cheryl said she needed my help to get something out of the trunk of her car.
Looks like the couch is going to miss my lazy ass this weekend.
Steve. Dazed and confused. I know, I know, that's redundant.
All packed up.
Dorks!
Take the picture already so I can breath again.
I love ya, man.
The begining of our 4 mile hike to camp.
I don't know why I'm smiling, I think Steve is planning to do me in... but I have a plan.
We stopped to rest and Steve found my equalizer.
Fortunately, he believed me when I told him it was a toothpick.
We started a fire! We started a fire!
He's not sewing.
He's eating.
His pan got so hot on the fire he had to use a pair of jeans to hold it.
Our tent.
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The sun started to set
I hiked up the hill to take photos.
Steve stayed at camp but never took his eyes off of me (He's that red dot near the center of the photo). He claims he was yelling at me in this photo but I never heard anything.
Steve watching the fire.
I was trying to take a picture of the moon.
Oh! There it is!
It looks like the sun in these photos. Damn iPhone.
It's getting dark in the woods...
Just the light from our campfire...
Uh oh.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Who couldn't love that cute little face?
Ha! Now who's your daddy?
The sunrise.
The begining of the 4 mile hike back to the parking lot.
Steve eating his canteen.
Does a bear...?
Last photo. Steve's sad blister.
