On our last night in Ten Sleep Canyon McKenzie, Ken and I
On our last night in Ten Sleep Canyon McKenzie, Ken and I hid under Godfather Boulder as the sky fell down. After we had our fill of climbing the rock, so steep it stayed dry through the downpour, we donned rain jackets and walked through the wet back to camp. We worked as a team to get down steep muddy paths and across tree bridges over Leigh Creek which had turned slippery in the rain.
Back at camp we were as happy as our clothes were soaked, filled with the glow of a rainy mountain adventure.
Under a canvas awning eight-year-old McKenzie poured me merlot and apologized when the box emptied before my Nalgene was completely filled. She and I schemed together late into the night, crafting elaborate scenarios where our combined charm and her genius dialogue won me a date with lovely woman.
She's with her mother this week, but I'm confident that when we're reunited we'll carry off the plan without a hitch.
In the shot: @ken_hilton307
