Hiked to Phantom last weekend with the artist in residence. Then Christmas in Prescott. Today hiked down to Skeleton.

I can almost understand these bozos who write their name on a rock: they are just ignorant: but today there was obscene graffiti, and that is just graffiti. Gone now, due to the Squirt Bottle of Retribution.

Found a sleeping bag stashed under the outhouse (eww!) and we'll check it out in a day or so to see if it is still there and carry it out. Probably just couldnt' stand the thought of getting that extra 8 1/2 pounds out the last 900 feet and ditched it.