From the top

A great old tree snag.



From this vantage point on top you can see the Deep Creek drainage and over to Horse Mountain Lookout and Sheep Rock area.

At Black Lake

We made it to Black Lake and had lunch, took pictures and waded in the lake.

The road to Black Lake

We rode to the top of the hill where the lookout tower is. It is unmanned but the view is breathtaking. Terry and Jim drove to the top while Diane and I waited just below the summit. The road was pretty rough.

Jim and Diane coming up the road.

This is the view looking back from the lookout summit. You can see how high we are.

Jim and Terry looking over the edge from the lookout.

We're goin' campin'

We drove up to Huckleberry campground to go camping with Jim and Diane. Em came with us (her first time driving her car up the Kleinschmit Grade). We picked a few huckleberries Saturday afternoon and had dinner. Jim cooked up some awesome Flat Iron Steaks. Everything tastes better when eaten by a campfire!

These pics are from Sunday morning. We made omelets in baggies for breakfast. Em and I are assembling our now.


Hazel got to go with us camping.

Sunday morning was a bit chilly. So Terry got a fire going and we huddled while we drank our coffee.

Black Lake Trip

Jim, Diane, Terry and I went to Black Lake this Sunday on the 4-wheelers. It was a great trip! The scenery from up in the Seven Devil Mountains is spectacular! Black Lake is definitely a jewel.

Home Again

After our weekend on the road it was good to be back home again. We were greeted with an awesome "sunset" of sorts. A storm was moving through and as the sun went down it colored the bottoms of the thunderheads a brilliant orange.

On the way to Hiawatha

We took the St. Joe River Scenic Byway to Avery and then North to the Route of Hiawatha. We had to travel through 3 tunnels to get to our camping spot.


I took this from outside the truck window and I accidentally got the antenna in the shot as well.

Here we are ready to go through the tunnel.

We are set up at our overnight camp spot. We were right on the banks of the St. Joe and the little trout were jumping in the water. We sat on the river bank with our cocktails and watched the river flow by.