When we arrived at our campsite it was pitch black. Good thing we practiced putting up the tent in his parents driveway (true story). After setting up our tent, Jor, who loves cleaning, decides our front porch (blue tarp) can't have dirt on it, so he proceeds to use a pan and brush to get the dirt off. Did I say we were in a desert, and it's windy? Sometimes it doesn't make sense to me, but if he is happy, than I am happy so I just giggle and take pics....
The next day we go on a hike to find hell's hole. The bartender from the night before told us how pretty the waterfall is and how it's a good spot for swimming. The only problem is there isn't a trail...but it's through a canyon so we can't get lost. We get to where the easy hike ends, 1.5 miles. no sweat....The boys go climb a bunch of rocks to figure out how we are going to keep going past this breaking point. So then 13 of us take off with high hopes to find this hidden little gem. 2 hours and of climbing boulders, walking on fallen trees, running from swarms of bees, soles of shoes falling off, to getting pulled and pushed up ginormous rocks we finally called it a day. Come to find out it's about 5 miles past the first 1.5 mile oasis, so we were no where near it....but it was a great day with some great people....
then....the fire. brandon decides it would be a good idea to through the box of duraflame logs into the fire...i wouldn't suggest trying this at home.
