It was good scotch...

Kris and I had finally managed to get someone to keep the boys for the weekend. We hadn't been backpacking together for years, years even before our oldest had been born.

Jeff and G had decided to come with us and the four of us headed to Oklahoma for what we hoped would be a kick ass weekend of hiking, biking and late nights around a campfire telling lies and drinking good scotch. Well, river chilled white wine in the case of the ladies, but you get the general idea.

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