We determined that this house was definitely haunted as we passed it on our way to White Rock. But can't you imagine the stories that happened insides its walls?
Maybe a hornet's nest? Whatever it was, it was BIG!
Here David is leaning over the cliff just to take a photo with his phone. And he was the one who kept pulling me and Joe back when we got too close to the edge.
Joe dreads getting his picture taken. He usually throws his hands up in front of his face when he sees me break out the Nikon, but not this time. This time I got right in his face and started firing away. He was too weak with laughter to hide. ; )
Alas, we didn't see any bears, but I had my eyes peeled.
My happy hikers.