Camp Week 8: Glorieta Baldy

From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some boys came out of the town and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Go on up, baldy!” He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. And he went up the mount and from there returned to Samaria.

2 Kings 2:23-25 [NIV]

This particular passage assures me two things
 1. Being bald gives me bear-wielding super-powers
 2. I need to "go on up, Baldy"
...so up I go Glorieta Baldy

And what a trip it was. Our beautiful almost 13 mile, 3,000 vertical ft hike began to a beautiful symphony of birds
"Good Morning." called the Steller's Jay
"How are you, today?" chirped the Hermit Thrush
"Turn back now, before it's too late." whistled the Raven

It was nice to have Casey along for the escapade. My rage and jealousy burned against him and I murdered him once we reached peak at a stunning 10,300 ft above sea level. It was quite the hike, and a wonderful way to end a weekend before another week of camp.

Our camp, where we began our hike, looked so small from the peak of Glorieta Baldy.
No one would hear Casey's screams from here.