|The new Harfang Perdu header picture? Perhaps.|
|She's a camera whore, but who can blame her?|
|Plenty of material for our bamboo spear-making plans|
|The view from Quiznos (thank fuck), Parottbill in the background|
|Yay and whee|
Later in the day, I met up with Amadeus, and we hiked Parrotbill Mountain. Pushing further down the ridge than usual, we discovered a clearing with a rope hanging between two trees. Amadeus whipped out some gymnastics rings, which he apparently carries in his backpack at all times, and rigged up a pretty nifty rope swing.
My throat is sore, like I'm drinking rusty pieces of fireglass. Fireglass, not fibreglass.