Here, I give that lovely f2.0 lens a chance to do its thing.
As I listen, I take in the local color.
Nycole tells us about what we're seeing.
The river winds in the distance between these gently rolling hills, but not for long. Soon it will dive down into geology a few million years older, and we'll see what we all came here to see.
The point of this hill was mostily the view. Calories expended was about 1 tortelloni...
Brock, bring up the rear, turned out to have a penchant for climbing hills. He'd periodically "step out" for a few minutes from time to time, and we'd soon see him on the top of some nearby mountain.
Kelly sets out for that hilltop to the right, as we line up behind him.
After lunch was over, we assembled for the first of several hikes during the trip. In the far background, you can see one of the campsite's modern, clean, convenient and fresh, concrete-and-tile toilet building. An unexpected amenity that underscored "civilized".
Abigail was saying, "Too bad you can't eat these!" to her vegan photographer husband.
Although our outfitter's website called the experience "plush", I'd say "civilized" was the better term.
This scene was to be repeated 7 more times as we covered our 4 days and 49 miles. From the left, Adam, Matt, Steve, Eric, Wyatt, Nycole, and Brock.
The fusilli and tortelloni salad came in two versions - regular and vegan. Both delicious.
The water (in blue) turned out to be far more popular that the beer; the group were for the most part non-drinkers. We sucked down many cans of designer water, however.
This was our first experience with the meal preparation, and nobody was disappointed at the results today, and for the rest of the trip.
Guide Kelly sets up the buffet table as Nycole sheds her PFD.
Every camp featured 4-6 campsites, each with a steel fire ring. There was enough open land nearby such that people could spread out their tents. For us, this was just a lunch stop.
The professional touches at the BLM camps were immediately apparent in the well-maintained campsites.
After several hours, we put in to "Little Sandy", one of the BLM campsites, for a lunch stop. Coolers of food and drink were carried up along with items like folding chairs and tables.