Spring is certainly upon us, so last weekend was time for the first backpack of the season. Even though it snowed yesterday, it was 60F today and I sit here with light significantly on the horizon at 11p. The extra light was very nice for hiking out, we didn't have to leave until late afternoon and were able to be 6 miles in with camp set before dark. This was Apollo's first backpack, and he did great. He even went face to face with a moose. (Neither one was harmed)
Oliver and Brittany heading up.
Good work on the tarp, Oliver. Instead of taking refuge in the tents when snow came, we had a fire and a dry spot to cook dinner. 
The view in the morning. Add a hot cup of french press, and its hard to beat.
Snow-melt water, though, not always so pleasant.
On guard, and alert. Believe it or not, that sign behind him was the only thing that freaked him out the whole trip.
Happy dog. His backpack broke after 5 minutes, but I have since got him a better one. He can pack his own food!
Back in the cabin.
