After returning from our trip to Chicago, we had an abnormally mild November and Jillian and I went with our neighbors Brent, Alec, and Connor Carlson to climb the Wellsville mountains. We made it to Box Elder Peak but were short on time. The Carlson's continued on to the Wellsville cone while Jillian and I descended back down Rattlesnake Ridge to the head of Sardine Canyon.
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| Rosie was...doing her make-up. |
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| More make-up. All our little girls went through a phase like this. |
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| Moonset from the ridge East of our house. |
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| Cabbage harvest. At this point, the deer were starting to come down and eat anything left in the garden. |
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| Stephen took the scouts camping in Green Canyon, and Quinton came along. |
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| Quinton was too lite to keep his hammock weighted down consistently, and at one point in the night, feel off the hammock and into the sleeping back that surrounded the hammock. |
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| Thanksgiving with the Browning cousins in Rexburg. |
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