Okay, my picture-related dorkishness has been resolved, so here are a few shots from our camping trip to the wilds of central Oregon.
First, Ken’s method for pounding tent stakes:
In case you can’t make it out, that’s a hatchet in his hand. Pointed at his face, and swinging. Yeah, someone’s getting a nice wooden mallet for his birthday.
Trust me, when you’ve spent the night sleeping on the ground in 40-degree temps, THIS is what you want to see when you crawl out of the tent at 6:00 a.m.:
New Shilling prepares to rawk the High Desert Celtic Festival.
Up close and personal with a beautiful bird at the High Desert Museum.
And finally, we stopped to snap majestic Mt. Hood on the way home:
Better shots (from Ken’s camera) and more details of the trip to follow!