My neat little cabin.
Taking my time at Jay Cooke State Park. This is part of the visitor, build by the CCC.
Root Beer River, more formally known as the St. Louis.
A sandy beach, hidden from view. The perfect place to ignore the "no swimming" warnings.
Looking back, I should have ate him.
One of several schemes to help downplay the horrible headwind: Focus on finding more flowers.
Not shown: Nome, Moscow, and the moon.
Really the map-reading is just an excuse to sit for a while.