We got off to a slow start in the morning, no one having slept particularly well with the possible exception of the imp (although she did get up for a few middle of the night and early morning feedings and diaper changes, no sleeping through the night for her on this trip!). The vicious swings in temperature during the night with the accompanying cacophony of the heating unit did not help matters any. Max attempted a little "bricolage" by stuffing tissues in the gap between the heater and the outside wall. While not terribly effective it did lend a somewhat festive look to the heater with the white puffs of tissue jutting out rather artistically.
After another feeding and changing we were off to the petroglyphs, indian rock art that dots the volcanic tuff around Bishop. We bundled the little one up in her teddy bear snuggle suit (which is more like a stuffed sausage suit since she is so big now!) and were off. Max snapped some photos of Zoe and turned to be and declared "Zoe is the Chosen One." As her mother I already knew this.

We even managed to get a little climbing in during the afternoon. Slogging a 16lb. baby up a steep rocky trail can be a challenge but we weathered it well. Zoe expanded her irresistibility to the animal kingdom as the crag dogs sniffed at her and followed us, abandoning their masters. Upon turning his back for a "few seconds" Max allowed a black and white husky to get a few licks in.

Post climbing, the tired family is ready to head back to the luxury of the Vagabond Inn.

1 comment:
it was only for a second and a maximum of one lick. jeez!
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