It was a warm muggy day in early July. They were determined, but naive to the formidable opposition the forest would offer.
The journey was slow, but steady. Up they went step by step. Water was drank; the 20 10 rule was followed, they arrived at the summit. They chatted with passers by. They enjoyed companionship.
They went to the mountain beach. They enjoyed it’s inexplicable beauty.
THEN, they faced the dark night in the open air. Their sleeping bags were warm, the fire bright, but the dark night sounds were more than some Morgan men were prepared to face. The night was long, nightmares were in abundance, fear shook…. “What was that sound? Is that a bear? What was that dad?” Prayers were offered, hugs were maintained, AND….
The sun broke, a decision and a descent was made. Their hearts were filled with joy and a bond. They saw a horse named Blue and walked a long road to another hike, home… The cell phone was dead, but thumbs turned out to be the best form of transportation.
With thumbs extended, a family headed on a camping trip stopped, cookies were had and home they arrived safely to their peace and family.
Immanuel and dad. A journey, but the story will continue…. Next time they will have a water filter and a 2 man tent…. and experience. :0)
--John
The Girls saying goodbye...
Giving Jack a hug too...
Got the packs on....
...and they're ready to go...
Figuring out how to use the compass...
He looks so little with that pack on!
Do you see him? He's all the way down at the bottom.
That cave is huge! These are the Sand Caves.
Yep, a Cave with a sandy beach up in the Mountains! So incredible!
There he is again at the bottom...
The View from White Rock.
