Even after getting to the trailhead four hours after the main hiking contingent departed, making up the time en route, and catching the rest of us on the last stretch into Sunrise, John still had the energy to organize dinner that night.   How does that he-man refrain go, "...I can bring home the bacon.  Fry it up in a pan..."  er, I think that's how it goes anyway.

The shadows were getting pretty long and we had only about an hour after hitting camp until the sun went down and 'crisp' turned to downright frigid.  The reader is referred to the following picure taken the next day as proof... Any more questions?

That's John's and my tent in the background.   Thirty-nine bucks at Price/Costco and you too can have one.  It was hard for us to believe, but we were the ONLY ones staying at this popular camp... Gee, I wonder if we should have gotten some kind of message here...