Finally some pictures of the Kings Peak hike over Labor Day - these are meant to make you very jealous, so jealous that you come next time.

First off, don't leave home with out one of these - a happy, strong, fearless mountain man to guide you.

The first day of hiking there were 4 peoples and 3 dogs. We camped in painter basin which is up and over this pass (pictured below) - it's called Gunnison Pass and it's a bitch at the end of a 12 mile day.

Kenya's so dainty even in the mountains. Poor chap didn't know what she was getting into, but she was a champ. I should also mention here that talented Amanda b James took all of this photos of our trip - I was a slacker and didn't bring a cam.

This is the giddy behavior that occurs some time after being completely exhausted and eating a tasty dehydrated dinner. Come on now, who wouldn't love that face?
This is the lightest, silliest looking tent ever invented. It consists of a floor piece which weighs 1.1 lbs, the circus tent piece which weighs .8 lbs, and one very light weight pole. Gratefully it didn't snow on us. (also note that I completely made those weights up, just believe me it is super light)

Lindsay and I preforming sorcery (note the Willow wand involved)
Fast forward to Brett pealing off the group to head back to his truck parked at Henry's Fork trail head - Lindsay, Amanda, Jessica, Max, Kenya, and Jack summit the mighty pile of rocks that they call King's Peak. Now we're back at Anderson pass where 6 of us head down the other side towards Swift Creek trail head, currently some 18 odd miles off.

Looking westward down Anderson pass. Good dog skinny Kenya
A few miles later Jack came loping up the hillside with a face full of quills. It took us/Lindsay 45 min to get them all out cause Jack kept biting at her as she came at him with the tweezers. It was funny the first 20 times, then it was just sad.

Walking and walking like pioneer children through a high unita swampy swamp. Little do we know we're only a few hundred yards from a lovely camp set up by my kick ass family (dad, sister, uncle, and cousin) that came up to meet us at Milk Lake. They brought with them 3 more dogs. We had a lovely dinner of Dinty Moore stew.
Very few photos were taken after this point. Weariness got the best of us and we mostly just put one foot in front of another the next day. We also were lucky enough to be hiking in a rain storm that wasn't snow (the people only 1,000 ft above us got 1 foot of the white stuff)

This is the after shot, but don't be fooled, we were only pulling those sad faces because our journey had come to an end - and Lindsay's just excited for dinner at the cabin.