Alta
We went up to Alta with Christine and Terry, with a stop at Awful Annies (slooooooooow service) and the American River. The American river felt like a hot tub in comparison to the liquid nitrogen cooled waters of the Bear River, so we all (zoe included) floated around the river. I was happy that I remembered our Five Ten river tennies, which kept my feet dent and gash free.
After taking a few minutes to rest, I extended the deck railing and added a small triangular deck section in anticipation of one day finishing the railing for real.
Meanwhile, the ladies went off in search of blackberries.
After grilling some chicken and corn, we fired up the rotenburo.
Zoe put up her usual fuss about the tent, but was much better than previous attempts. Here she is, full of energy the next morning
