"they got my nuts"- Liz

Our last outing was great. New trails for us to forge, and not get lost on. Perfect weather, we didn't even shower at Big Basin, although maybe the people in the camp site next to us wished we had. A couple of interesting carcasses we inspected and a few scats we pondered. Oh, what an awesome weekend! The best part, which Melinda mentioned only briefly, was the visit from the ninja raccoons on Saturday night. While we were basking in the warmth of our beautiful fire and making dinner, we (Melinda) neglected to move all the snacks from the table, Melinda heard some noise and turned her headlamp on to witness three raccoons on the table fleeing with her precious bag of nuts. Two of the critters went one way while the other ran in a different direction, with Melinda yelling at them "THEY GOT MY NUTS, THEY GOT MY NUTS!". For the next few hours we were on raccoon patrol, even after we put everything except our tents in the raccoon box. That must of been some
good nuts. All we found the next day was a torn bag, I expected to find some empty beer cans to go along with the nuts but was disappointed to find nothing else. It's never a dull moment with us. Look out PCT, two wild and crazy women are coming your way.