Day 8 - Giardia Strikes!

Trip Description: A longer day we climb up from camp to cross a pass (6,724ft.). We continue across a couple of high ridges, via an old French fort to the foot of Bou Gafer. Camp (5,576ft.).

Whitey (the lunch time roach coach mule) heads off into the distance. Since Whitey always carries lunch, I pray I see him soon.

This is the look of giardia. It's not pleasant for anyone involved.

Camp is below. When we could all see the tents, I think half the folks started to run.

Jeff, in his own particular way, decided to take a break and "have a pipe." Let me put this in perspective for you. Jeff is 71 (30 years my senior) fit as a fiddle, sharp as a stick in your eye, climbed EVERYTHING I did, never complained about anything (except my "poofy" earrings and the fact that I owned a pair of (gasp) jeans, and a microwave) but was a complete hoot to be around, so yes, Jeff could easily stop to "have a pipe."