On the way up this night, Chauncy's brake assembly broke and locked his wheel up about 12 miles from camp. Everything ended up wrapping around his axle and it was a jumbled mess of twisted metal. We all felt bad for him, but he was so dirty from working on it that I couldn't stop taking pictures of his face. Here are some samples of why I can't stop laughing. He looks like some character out of a vintage movie.
This photo was taken one morning. It still makes me want to gag.
America. Fuck yeah.
Making tools to spear fish.
One of the many reasons to go to the BMR. This is what you camp next to.