Sibling Bonding in the High Olympics

Congratulations to Rita for completing her first backpacking trip. A loop from Obstruction Point, over Grand Pass and then back via the Cameron Creek drainage and Deer Ridge.

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moon dog said…
awesome panorama! you guys look good. except for that weird picture of drew dressed in all blue spandex...but I guess im not really one to talk
19/9/07 18:14
ritalaine said…
That would be nylon actually...spandex face...
23/9/07 14:11
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