At the first night we’ve ended up at the Angels Camp (and I mean the camp, not the town, although I have to confess that the road took us first to some local bar for a quick beer degustation). Great views, massive lakes (back at the camp). I believe, neither me nor my buddy knew we were heading to Yellowstone. At that moment Angels Camp was pretty freaking good enough. And so it began, as you can see on the photo: my buddy in charge of setting up the tent (in total darkness, so he’s invisible, like a ninja, or a mean, lean killing machine), while I’m securing supplies and enjoying the landscape.
Road to Yellowstone: me watching the supplies
Road to Yellowstone: buddy setting up the tent
Road to Yellowstone: enjoying the landscape
Road to Yellowstone: Angels Camp by night
