Well, I dropped my film off by the 1 hour photo joint here in town a couple hours ago. I just got home, ecstatic to go through them. Sadly, I am disappointed. The visible parts of the pictures are great, although a little grainy. That can't be avoided with 35mm cameras, but the bottoms of every picture I took is black like there's something across the lens or aperture. So, all those pictures I took from the top of the lookout that I struggled to make it to...the pictures I took from my hammock and the pictures of the folks in camp are gone.
I know a few of you were wanting a couple pictures I took and I'm sorry for that. I've dissected the camera and it's just broken. Something I'd never noticed before until now. So, I have no choice but to buy a digital camera.
Trip Report (Fulminated Version):
I'd spent Thursday evening with my family in Columbia, SC before departing for Hot Springs. It had been a long time since I'd driven through the foothills or up into the mountains. The last time was at night in the back of a pickup with a camper shell. So I was almost astounded at the sheer size of them (Yes, I know they're not that big compared to other ranges) when we rounded a bend and they came into view.
Friday Arrival. The first person I see is my long-lost-brother, sir White Wolf. Can't miss the guy. Bounce over the the site hand shakes and friendly embraces exchanged, myself RiceGravy and Keith begin the hunt for places to hang. A great spot is found down by the water with 4 trees perfectly arranged for us to set up in a 3 walled box with the river forming the forth wall. Our conquest of these new lands complete, we move to the social area and begin more formal introductions.
Soon, the wood chopping begins. There weren't many volunteers for the task. It was hot and muggy out, but a fire must be had when camping where it is allowed. I set upon the pile with my trusty blade and a small forest axe provided by sir White Wolf while White Wolf, himself, begins the frontal assault on the larger, more cumbersome logs. My mission complete, Pedro steps in to relieve sir White Wolf with the larger forces before us.
There are jovial outbursts of Monty Python quotes and a rousing game of 20 Questions around the campfire. We each remind Pawfoot that a coffin is not really a mode of transportation, but she will not relent. A mighty foe she is, indeed.
Well, I had intended to climb a mountain on this trip and climb, roll, wheeze, cough and sputter up a mountain I did. I think I may have taken 4 or 5 breaks. Apparently, hiking in the flat lands is not really preparation for a short walk to Lover's Leap. Regardless, we made it. Coming down was a lot easier.
A few of us took a little dip in the river. Some relaxation and sunning on rock was enjoyed. Finally, back to the camp where we sat around and snacked and enjoyed Adult Beverages.
Some light drizzle here and there and one very determined downpour threatened the hot dog roast. But mother nature decided that it was in her best interest to let us have our fun, and she relented. Somehow, myself and White Wolf ended up chopping wood again for the fire to be used in the preparation of the hot dogs. Stormcrow joined us in our battle this time and the enemy logs were soundly defeated in a pincer attack.
Soon, the fire was crackling and hot and dogs and sausages were being roasted.
A person of some celebrity made an appearance at the hang and she was bombarded with our questions about a past ordeal. I'll leave that part of the story to her should she wish to tell it.
Finally, it was time to sleep for the final evening at the site. The river flowed along on it's unending trek to the sea and lulled the weary campers to sleep.