Eric arrived on New Year's Day to stay with us for three weeks. He stretches his legs on the top of Mt. Burns after his thirteen-hour flight.
We lunched on the top of this windswept peak overlooking Borland Saddle. If the gas tank had not flirted with the red empty line, I would have enjoyed it more. The only good news is that it was all downhill from here!
Clumps of tussock grass kept us company as we both leaned into the wind atop Mt. Burns.
Eric and I waded on the beach with Monkey Island in the background.
We lunched on the top of this windswept peak overlooking Borland Saddle. If the gas tank had not flirted with the red empty line, I would have enjoyed it more. The only good news is that it was all downhill from here!
Clumps of tussock grass kept us company as we both leaned into the wind atop Mt. Burns. 
Eric and I waded on the beach with Monkey Island in the background.
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