Devil's Basin. That's the name of our second camp site. It's really just a small pond in the middle of a meadow. There was a slight decline down to the water's edge, so I guess that's why they called it a basin. As for the Devil part I have no idea why they named it that.

All of our gear and cloths were still wet from the storm the night before. Getting dry was the first priority on our list. I spread out my cloths, sleeping bag, and tent out in the sun and waited for them dry. Meanwhile our guide Tim gave us a speech about the safety procurers we needed to follow because of the many bears that live in the area of Philmount.

First of all, each night we had to string our entire supply of food up a tree, so it wouldn't attract any hungry bears. Also we weren't allowed to wear deodorant. Oddly enough the smell also attracted the bears for some reason. I got my stick confiscated, it was going to be a stinky two weeks.

One activity my group liked to do at Philmount was Ultimate Friz-bee, the game where players throw the friz-bee to their team mates passed the end of the field to score points. We liked to play it because friz-bees are light and easy to carry. Anyway this particular afternoon at Devil's Basin we decided to pass the time by starting a friendly game of Friz-bee in the meadow.

At first we divided the team by shirts verses skins. We were having a lot of fun, but everyone wanted to be on the skin's team because it was a warm, sunny day. It appeared that there was no one near the basin and all of us in the group were guys so we took off our pants and played shirts verses pants. It was weird, fun, and awkward all at the same time. The game went on for a good hour or so. Sometime amid our throwing and jumping in semi-nude conditions we noticed a group of older, female campers on the other side of the pond, half hidden by the trees. I don't know how long they had been there, but they were eying us with shocked looks on their faces. Needless to say we promptly dressed and went back to camp.

Latter on we hiked to the top of a near by ridge and looked at a sweeping view of the setting sun. Tim the guide was leaving us on our own in the morning, and he wanted to give us our final instruction. Each of us was given a card that had the Philmount code of conduct on it. Basically they said we should not step off the trail and leave the little critters alone. Most of the cards were lost or thrown away. I think Drew ended up burning his.

You know you never know who might be watching you. Just like those ladies that saw us running around with our pants off. In life you are constantly being watched by people around you. What they seen is a refection of your family and community. Do the right thing all the time, even if you don't thinks anyone is watching.