More from Pork Boys' Day Out

Come to find out, the other Pork Boy clicked off 458 pics with his Nikkon the other day while we were in the woods. He hasn't gone through all of them yet but he did send me some today, and I'm not posting the really good ones - he's got first dibs on them for his own blog.

But here's a few of your Head Trucker getting high . . . and low . . . and sorta sideways too. Whatever.  Click to enlarge.

After the picnic, we started scouting good photo ops.  First, though, we took turns changing into our swim clothes in the truck.  Sorry, I didn't think to take any pics of that.

 

Many long and winding trails later, your Head Trucker had to stop and cool his tootsies in the 40-degree water.  It was great . . . .

I don't care what you say pardner, I ain't getting one step closer to that goddamn edge!

And here's why, right in front of me.

Still and all, sunset on the mountain was awful purty.

Man, lookittem birds flying yonder.

Two buddies sharing a little wine kool-aid on the mountain top when the sun goes down is a fine thing, yessir it is.  And see what a pretty bottle we found to carry it in?

M. Pierre sees the bottle and says, "Mon Dieu, I am so thirsty after climbing up this mountain.  Hurry up and pour me some, couillon!"