The mountains are rich with color this year. The leaves just soaked up the moisture and seemed to turn greener before my very eyes.
While the rain slowed everything down a bit, it didn't dampen the spirits of the participants for they knew all too well the devastating consequences a dry summer could have on the land. The mist just added a new element of beauty to the mountain.
Becca rescued this cicada from the rain where it sat half frozen on a drenched towel. After it warmed up it seemed happy to stay with its rescuer. I made her release it before we broke camp. Unfortunately a cricket managed to stow away in our gear and is chirping quite happily in my kitchen even as I type this.
These muffin tins were just a sampling of the items for sale in the club tent. It was set up like a store from the days of the settlers. Most of the customers who passed through were also dressed in period clothing.
The furtrader next door was able to sell most of the skins by the end of the weekend. The hides will no doubt show up as part of some participant's outfit at future events.