"Climbers call it Mecca, because it has such amazing climbing," Dan tells me, when I ask what the real name of E Campground is.
"But what's the real name?" I ask, exasperated.
"Well, the white men call it the Pahroc. The northern part."
|It's clearly a lowercase e.|
We like E Campground lots; it's a short drive, for one thing, and there's never anyone else there. Unless we invite them. Although we did see evidence of former residents during our stay.... some unwrapped candy hidden in curious places...
|...an old Easter egg so disgusting even the dogs wouldn't eat it....|
But we had the area to ourselves, even though we arrived late Easter Eve.
Although the dogs did not eat any broken Easter eggs, they did unearth a bunny burrow right in the middle of our campsite.
|Cutest. Thing. Ever. (The bunny's pretty cute too I guess)|
Much as the girls wanted to adopt the trio of baby bunnies (promptly named Shakes, Lucky, and Scrappers), we left them there with their mama. Sadly, that meant the dogs had to be tied up for the remainder of our stay to keep them away from the delicious, intriguing little things. We probably should have tied the kids up too, for the exact same reason.
The kids made a burrow of their own. For reference, here they are when viewed from the ground:
... and here's the Kid Nest they made up there:
|Dan even delivered chili to them. Because he is awesome like that.|
Before we leave, the girls love to complain about camping; once we're there, they love the actual camping. Probably due to the all the shameless incentive/bribery junk food we slather on.
|It's the only time we let them eat yummy MSG-laden ramen.|
We spent a delightful four days with no cell reception getting progressively smellier and climbing rocks. Not necessarily in that order.