So I'm just now getting around to uploading the pics of my camping trip last week at Indian Cave State Park (SE Nebraska). We had the chance to connect with some friends from Illinois who are also outdoors-oriented folk, and who have a daughter a year older than my oldest. Basically, the kids are like sisters.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but camping with kids is a far cry from what happened "B.C." I still remember one trip where I lived out of a large daypack for six days. Now, this is what my trips more often look like.
Well, we certainly had good weather, anyway. Look at that blue. That is filterless, taken with a cell phone. It was even more brilliant in person.
It's called Indian Cave because of a "cave" within its borders (more of a ledge, as you can see) that has some pictographs on it. Unfortunately, there are lots of more recent pictographs that obscure the more ancient ones. Centered in the first pictograph picture is the beak of an eagle. Centered in the second pictograph picture is a "buffalo," and the box-with-X (left side of the picture) has been identified as of Native American origins as well.
My companion, Louie, got some burrs in his hair, which aggravated him enough to roll repeatedly in the bush where he got the burrs. I was not amused.

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And subsequently threatened him regarding what would happen if he ever tried that nonsense again.
The "Half-Breed Cemetery" (for you history-minded folk) was where they buried those of mixed Native American and European immigrant descent. It's pretty ancient (as far as things go around here), and there is only one marker still legible. (By the way, that's Walt's Kephart making an appearance)
John Davis

Died

Dec. 27, 1865

Aged

69 Years, 3 Months, 9 Days
Saw some great vistas, some beautiful flowers...
But generally was having a good enough time being "unplugged" that I didn't want to mess with the camera.
Walt's Kephart saved the day when our trail unexpectedly wound through a long section of stinging nettles (kids simply do not "press on through the pain" at this age). The extra sharpness he coaxes out of these blades is epic, and the Kephart functioned marvelously as a mini-machete.
Mostly though, Fiddlebacks were carried and served in food and fire prep. The big knife meal was kebabs, with both meat and veggies needing processing before cooking. My hands were full, so no pics there (shame on me).
Oh, and in the height of irony, my camping buddy used a multi-tool to open a multi-tool. It's like a bottomless pit of knife-need.
Sorry there aren't more knife pictures, but when the knives were working I didn't think much to get out the camera. It just felt good to be immersed in it all, knowing that with a Fiddleback on my hip, I was prepared for anything that might come my way.
I'm ready to go again.
Michael