We left the scenic picnic area and drove around until we found a cool little escape off of one of the roads.
Cash was entirely anti-social. This was his, "if I don't move they won't see me pose". He would think he was sneaking off, except for the fact he is not capable of being quiet when he walks.
Lennon camped out in the sun.
Alright here we have some mystery poo. It was all over, and the dogs both tried to eat it and roll in it. It was in small piles of roundish balls. I think it might have been bear poo. Size was similar to a small clenched fist. 
The trekkers in the distance...
Up close, with Biscuit leading the way.
Mountain top photo shoot.
Scenic view to the right of us.
Up the hill.
Up another hill.
Oh, and another hill. Cash, Lennon, and Weller crashed the minute they got to into the car for the ride back.
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