This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
Forgot to mention that i awoke to gunshots just down the hill at 6am. Is Pistol following me? Probably hunters. No wonder why this place is empty, it's a hunting ground. Oops, gotta go.
