This weekend, the long awaited Carters + Moriah 4-bagger were on the menu after a 3 month summer backpacking hiatus which in hindsight is inexcusable. Gus and I hit up Dolly Copp campsite at about 10 pm and got a fire going. We drank a few brews, scoped the full moon from the field and split up group gear and passed out around 1 am. I slept with the rain fly off and woke a few times to see the moon staring brightly down at me. We were awakened by the camp caretaker for not paying the fee at 7am. Since we got there late and the campground is quite large, we figured we’d pay on the way out and apparently the way out part doesn’t fly with them. My alarm went off as he walked away so it worked out.