Calf Creek is a pretty sweet spot and if I ever come to Utah again (which is questionable) I will definitely stop here. There is a pretty cool hike with falls but we were unable to complete it because Brad and I decided that we needed smores. We went to the small town and found the one locally owned grocery store where we purchased the necessary ingredients. Back we went to camp and to make the delicious outdoor treat when along came a gentleman who wanted us to take his picture. He had just had the craziest Grand Canyon hiking experience that began with a rockslide sort of walk down into the canyon and a troublesome few nights trying to find his way out. He luckily found a
river group and was able to convince them to take him downstream where he could be helicoptered out. Talk about a canyon adventure. Anyway, he was scratched up pretty good on both his arms and his legs. He asked me to take a picture of him showing off his wounds so he could show his children later. I was happy to do it and happy to hear his story although I thought it was pretty scary he seemed to think he was okay the entire time. We chatted for a minute and discovered he was a biology professor in California so immediately we had a connection, seeing as Brad and I were both Biology majors. We parted ways and Brad and I went up to the camp ground to relax and play a
quick game of cards before dinner. The professor came up to give us his card so we could e-mail him later with our blog and so we could check out his myspace page so we could hear about his adventures. He was rightfully named Oz the Great and Powerful. When we were done with the cards we decided to get the cooking supplies when we heard what we thought was 
a Banjo coming from the Professor’s campground. Brad lit up and wanted to play his guitar too. He needed a bit of buttering up because we all know that he can be shy from time to time. He got his guitar out from the car and tuned it up and we walked over to play a quick song before dinner. Well this turned into song after song and margarita after margarita. Simply put we did not get dinner but instead we drank a bit too much. It was really fun while it lasted however. We not only exchanged songs but we shared stories and talked about our adventures so far and plans for things to come. Often when alcohol is involved the conversations tend to get deep in subject and from time to time they did. All in all it was a nice night and it was really nice to meet such a nice guy and to just talk with him for a while. The best thing about it all was that Brad was able to play his guitar which is probably his favorite thing to do but he has not really had the time lately. We stumbled back to camp because we did not realize 
the effect of the tequila until we stood up. The next day we definitely felt the effects and we both had a headache and wanted to sleep in. The sun in the desert does not allow sleeping in so we had to get up and grumpily scramble things into their places. Ughh I can’t even think about a margarita.
river group and was able to convince them to take him downstream where he could be helicoptered out. Talk about a canyon adventure. Anyway, he was scratched up pretty good on both his arms and his legs. He asked me to take a picture of him showing off his wounds so he could show his children later. I was happy to do it and happy to hear his story although I thought it was pretty scary he seemed to think he was okay the entire time. We chatted for a minute and discovered he was a biology professor in California so immediately we had a connection, seeing as Brad and I were both Biology majors. We parted ways and Brad and I went up to the camp ground to relax and play a
quick game of cards before dinner. The professor came up to give us his card so we could e-mail him later with our blog and so we could check out his myspace page so we could hear about his adventures. He was rightfully named Oz the Great and Powerful. When we were done with the cards we decided to get the cooking supplies when we heard what we thought was 
a Banjo coming from the Professor’s campground. Brad lit up and wanted to play his guitar too. He needed a bit of buttering up because we all know that he can be shy from time to time. He got his guitar out from the car and tuned it up and we walked over to play a quick song before dinner. Well this turned into song after song and margarita after margarita. Simply put we did not get dinner but instead we drank a bit too much. It was really fun while it lasted however. We not only exchanged songs but we shared stories and talked about our adventures so far and plans for things to come. Often when alcohol is involved the conversations tend to get deep in subject and from time to time they did. All in all it was a nice night and it was really nice to meet such a nice guy and to just talk with him for a while. The best thing about it all was that Brad was able to play his guitar which is probably his favorite thing to do but he has not really had the time lately. We stumbled back to camp because we did not realize 
the effect of the tequila until we stood up. The next day we definitely felt the effects and we both had a headache and wanted to sleep in. The sun in the desert does not allow sleeping in so we had to get up and grumpily scramble things into their places. Ughh I can’t even think about a margarita.
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What is that THEY say? If youwanna play, you gotta pay! Whos are THEY anyway?
Love you guys and miss you,
Bill
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