fair warning

Wandered the canyon socializing today.

Sam, our friend from Jefferson City, has arrived and set up his campsite near to “the gang’s”.

Sam works for the department of conservation and is the “uber-outdoorsman”. He’s great to go on hikes with. Sam is able to point at just about animal or insect along the way and call out it’s latin name and regurgitate factoids about it’s eating habits.

The evening was the big costume party and contest.

xenohomo‘s squash styling won first place.

Silly costumes abounded and the mulled wine warmed our tummies.

We were starting to loosen up and get into the groove of the party when news came over our walkie-talkie that Karl, one of the members of our group, has tripped on a rock and broke his ankle.

We raced back to the campsite and stuck around until the ambulance came from the closest town. Total time for crisis management, 3 hours. A definite damper on the evening.

Yanked from party-mode, we returned to our campsite and spent the remainder of the evening reciting dumb movie dialouge over the walkie-talkies with Bouvier to entertain ourselves.

mojobear documented Karl’s break claiming it would be not-blog worthy.