
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Stephen and the real Uncle Buck in Little Yosemite Valley. In spite of the efforts of the scouts to ride Buck, he would always escape before the boys could mount him. Several deer wandered through our camp throughout the day. Although we heard clanks of pots and pans to scare off bear intruders during the night, we never had the privilege of hosting one of our furry friends in our camp.

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