Despues de Moab, we drove up and around some small towns and beef jerky stands to find ourselves in Joe's Valley. We set up camp at Left Fork and almost, but didn't quite, light the whole canyon on fire.
It slowly got warmer as our time here progressed, but good company, Food Ranch leftovers, and the relatively lax grading of Joe's kept spirits high.
Days spent in camp were supplemented with almost nightly trips to Chick's Bar, which if you have never been to, go. And say hey to Sher for us. And Karla, that vixen.
Photo Notes: Burn baby burn, Harrison tries hard as temps drop, slackline thrusts in the A.M., whew, Garrison juggles and jumps equally well, Nico's abode, Font-esque topout on Milkman (V7-9), sensual cheese sesh, Casey fondles the Playmate of the Year (V9).