I dug out some oldie goldie dirk shots -
This is from 2001.
Always a sucker for a belly scratch. Note the high class furnishings.
In 2003 Dad and I spent two nights and three days on the Ozark Highlands Trail and Dirk ran himself into the ground by the end of the trip.
Here he is in the car on the way to the Pecos Wilderness for a four day backpacking trip in 2004. Unfortunately we didn't know that thigh-deep snow was waiting for us. But eventually we stopped messing with the topo maps and compass and just followed Dirk who always knew where the trail was (supposed to be).
Resting after a day of trailblazing. Note the bear bell.
Winter 2006 had the most snow in quite a while.
Always in the middle of things!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
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what beautiful memories ...
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