Pinecrest Camping Expedition

Bit late of a post but, hey, Im on my own schedual now it seems. So we headed up to Pinecrest Camp Ground in Middle East California, in the high Sierras. So, let us see hmmm... Base Camp was established.



Moving along we soon discovered that the relatives had successfully negotiated with the treacherous mountain paths, natives and wild life to make the trip up also.



Here we see, from left to right, back of Debs head, behind her in the grey hair and plaid shirt is Erin, then Lori giving us her "im a blond with to many marguaretas look" and then her husband Jeff "of the devious machine". More on that later...

So Erin likes a nice, Tall, camp fire, though if I recall rightly, Jerry, seated, was taking a bet on how long that log would remain upright...



So us guys hit the bikes and roared off to explore the lakeside,... as a side note Erin brought his Binoculars so as to help identify Landmarks.. so he said..

Jeff and Jerry catching their breath.. along with me... oh, the bikes were the pedal type..

Now, here is Jeffs Machine.. actually explained as an early christmas gift for Lori, its an Ice crusher for Margaretas..... Which was experimented with and in the end much consumption for frozen concoctions came about!

Our party was 3 members strong;



Here is the indomitable duo, Debbie and Becky, after they had their morning coffee, the before picture without coffee would shatter peoples minds if they had to see it..heh. (Debbie was in charge of the heavy weapons and Becky was doing all the demolitions for the Indiana Jones style cave trip... thats another story..)



Here's the Camp, uh, Leader...uh huh, the "right away dear" guy working hard.
Later, Becky was running out of time and luck to remain so I came up with a plan to let her stay:



Didn't work to well though, forgot to drop the other gate behind her.



"Whats wrong with my cell phone? Sure its a little old" quote the Debbie.

Beckys major find on this trip was the body of water, still not sure what she named it yet...

Oh yes, we played horse shoes, at which I'm the wild card.. Here's Jerry and Erin looking and watching for one of my horse shoe pitches to come back down...



A shot of Erin that just seemed to capture that rested spirt from camping really well.

The whole operation Camp Out came off due to the tireless effort of Bev, wife of Erin, who played the telephone reservation game with precision and determination.

No major hurts, falls or oopsies that I know of this time out, new friends and chance meetings all around.

And there you have it.