This summer my darling wife (DW, in the parlance of one of my favorite forums of all time, which is almost entirely dedicated the anonymous publicizing of frum sexual debacles and escapades. but I digress.) and I took a trip out west. We got some new gear, threw it in large backpacks, and set off to the John Muir Trail. Starts in Yosemite, ends at Mt. Whitney (tallest peak in the lower 48), and totally rocks the F out of everything. Here are some pics. If I didn't have to study about Infective Endocarditis, then I'd tell more stories. But perhaps when procrastination strikes, I will (or whill).
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I love that you couldn't resist the Calm Kallahs reference! Classic Bern.
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