Fur heals all wounds

This would be Jude and my first trip out this year, at least overnight. We decided to go off the beaten path in order to keep up with just how the Sas is a-liv'n. We found that heading due south-west past Elkton lead us on a wider trail we could follow. We made out a tentative plan on just how we should head.

The map offered up a couple clues on planting ourselves east of the mountain range as to block the elements. Somehow the weather really held up, in fact it must have been 67 or so with little to no wind.

We followed Schofield Rd. about 8-10 miles and wedged ourselves upon the fingers of Ten mile Lake. This is the view we had from or campsite. We made our base camp fairly quick and laid out the tarp for our shelter first off.

By that time we had listened to a few interviews on LTB with K. Strain and Bill Dragonis. This really motivated us to woof down a few slabs of bacon and eggs and get out Squatchin.

One thing we have to admit firstly though is that we are just taking it pretty easy right now. I look at Squatching with my son as a way we can heal some pretty tough times as father and son. There is something reflective about not only camping, but about the mystery of Sas and all it brings to the table. Perhaps I am digging a little to deep into something that should just be light hearted, but really I have seen the benefits of our adventure as a real bonus for us and the BF community.

We came across a couple interesting things along the way. Frog Eggs- or Alien Blob??? Jude got very curious about the weirdness of it all?
Later on as we traveled farther down the hill we came upon a giant totem pole. It had a lot to offer as far as the local inhabitants, but I thought this one was the most telling.

It was found in an unused campsite that we helped ourselves to. it was pretty eerie not having anyone around such a large sprawl.

That night Jude hit the trunk early, "car camping, and i stayed up with a some call blasting into the night. I did not crank it as loud as I wanted, as to not wake him from his slumber. I never did get a response or anything of interest to really log. I had all the needed equipment in our new found adventure. Perhaps if I don't ever come in contact with Sas, I will still unlock the mystery of how deep a love runs between me and Jude. One discovering his boyhood and me reliving it all over again through his eyes.

Came upon this picture. Love the details and scale. It's hard not so what it appears to be.

At this point I don't even know where the picture was taken, or who this little pot bellied fella is.

Think perhaps I can use this on a project I am working on.

The lines that go down the middle of the foot horizontal interest me.

They all seem very distinct in their own way.