Black Hills, WY Expedition No. 176 – Elkhorn Divide, Fish Mountain & Hooker Peak (10-9-16)

The names on the sign looked familiar.  They had been on the Peakbagger.com topo map SPHP had been looking at online early this morning.  SPHP parked the G6 next to the sign (1:56 PM, 70°F).  Let’s try it from here, Looper!

Lupe near the intersection of USFS Roads No. 872.3 & No. 878 in the Black Hills of Wyoming. Her day's adventures started here. Photo looks WSW.
Lupe near the intersection of USFS Roads No. 872.3 & No. 878 in the Black Hills of Wyoming. Her day’s adventures started here. Photo looks WSW.

It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm, but Lupe had arrived late for her Black Hills of Wyoming expedition.  Back at home this morning, the printer wouldn’t print.  SPHP had fought with it for hours.  The reason it wouldn’t print was still as clear as mud.  It was nearly noon by the time SPHP had given up on it.

Normally, SPHP brings along a topo map or two printed out from Peakbagger.com on Lupe’s expeditions.  Today, all SPHP had to go on was a hand-sketched map drawn with a couple of contours for each of the peaks Lupe hoped to climb.  Of course, SPHP had the old Black Hills National Forest map along, too, but it showed very little detail.

We might have quite a time trying to figure out what’s what around here, Loop!  Let’s hope we can find and recognize these peaks you’re looking to climb.  Lupe and SPHP started off going WSW on USFS Road No. 872.3 toward a bright yellow grove of aspens where there was a fork in the road.

Fall colors were in full swing at this bright yellow grove of aspens near the intersection of USFS Roads No. 872.3 & 872.1F. Photos looks SW.

At the intersection, the main road angled W on its way to Fish Canyon.  A less traveled road curved S.  It was marked No. 872.1F.  According to SPHP’s old Black Hills National Forest map, it should have said No. 872.4F.  That is, if Lupe was really where SPHP thought she was.  Hmmm.

Loopster, let’s try to find Fish Mountain first, OK?  Lupe had no objections.  Lupe and SPHP returned to the G6.  Fish Mountain was supposed to be only a mile or so N.  A faint grassy road left No. 872.3 and went NNE up a little valley.  The faint road was evidently what was left of USFS Road No. 878.  SPHP started following it.  Lupe, however, streaked away to the W.

She had found a squirrel!  The valley echoed with joyous Dingo barking.  The good times continued for several minutes, after which Lupe raced N looking for SPHP.  As far as Lupe was concerned, if these woods were full of squirrels, she was going to have a great day whether she ever found Fish Mountain or not.

USFS Road No. 878 soon faded away entirely.  Lupe and SPHP climbed a ridge to the NNW.  The ridge was forested, but not so densely as to make it impossible to get an idea of the general lay of the land.  Off to the NNW were a couple of forested hills.  Another high spot was to the SW along this ridge.  A smaller hill was to the NE, with a bigger one farther NNE.

Fish Mountain was probably one of the hills to the NNW.  A lower grassy ridge to the N on the other side of a shallow valley appeared to lead in that direction.  Lupe and SPHP started down into the valley.  Suddenly, there was gunfire!  Lupe, who had been having a great time exploring and looking for more squirrels, was immediately concerned.

The gunfire was much too distant to be a genuine threat.  Hunters?  Maybe.  Unfortunately it had come from the NW, in the general direction of Fish Mountain.  Now Lupe was begging SPHP not to go that way.  Well, OK.  SPHP decided to take another look at things from the small hill to the NE, while Lupe calmed down.

Lupe at the top of the little hill to the NE. SPHP eventually concluded this hill was the middle high point along Elkhorn Divide. Photo looks NE.
Lupe at the top of the little hill to the NE. SPHP eventually concluded this hill was the middle high point along Elkhorn Divide. Photo looks NE.

Lupe reached the top of the little hill.  As SPHP gazed around, only one thing was really clear.  Distant views were going to be hard to come by in these heavily forested hills.

The nervous American Dingo stuck to SPHP like glue.  Unfortunately, the gunfire was continuing intermittently.  The good news was that meant hunters weren’t the source.  Hunters wouldn’t fire off a round or two every 4 or 5 minutes.  The bad news was that the source was almost certainly someone doing target practice.  Lupe might have to endure the terrifying noise for hours.

SPHP peered through the forest, repeatedly referencing the maps.  Surprisingly, the crudely hand-drawn topo map was actually of some use!  Suddenly, things made sense, at least partial sense.  This hill Lupe was on was the middle high point along Elkhorn Divide (5,944 ft.), wasn’t it?  If so, the true summit would be somewhere on that higher hill Lupe had seen to the N.

SPHP led Lupe N down into a broad, flat saddle area on the way to the Elkhorn Divide summit hill.  In the saddle, Lupe came to a fence.  Beyond the fence, she crossed a road going NW.  She continued N up the big hill.

The highest ground was over toward the W side of the mountain.  Lupe soon arrived at an edge where the ground dropped off steeply.  A short stroll N along the W edge brought Lupe up to a big flat area, which appeared to be the summit of Elkhorn Divide.  This area was all forested, but open enough so it was pretty sunny.

Lupe on a big dead tree at the summit of Elkhorn Divide. Photo looks N.
Lupe on a big dead tree at the summit of Elkhorn Divide. Photo looks N.
Lupe on Elkhorn Divide. Here she's sitting on what appeared to be the highest spot, but there was lots of ground around at virtually the same elevation. Photo looks W.
Lupe on Elkhorn Divide. Here she’s sitting on what appeared to be the highest spot, but there was lots of ground around at virtually the same elevation. Photo looks W.
The Elkhorn Divide summit area. A huge dead pine tree had fallen over toward the E, but gotten hung up on other trees before hitting the ground. Photo looks N.
The Elkhorn Divide summit area. A huge dead pine tree had fallen over toward the E, but gotten hung up on other trees before hitting the ground. Photo looks N.

Lupe and SPHP explored far enough N along the W edge of the Elkhorn Divide summit hill to make certain Lupe had actually been to the true summit.  She had.  The forest made it hard to tell, but there didn’t seem to be any promising routes toward the NW to Fish Mountain from here.

Lupe turned S retracing her route along the W edge back to the summit of Elkhorn Divide.  She continued on down the hill.  Along the way, she came to several rock outcroppings.  From one of them was a narrow view of a mountain off to the W.  SPHP was almost certain that mountain had to be Hooker Peak, another one of Lupe’s peakbagging goals.

Hooker Peak, another of Lupe's peakbagging goals. Photo looks W from a rock outcropping S of the Elkhorn Divide summit using the telephoto lens.
Hooker Peak, another of Lupe’s peakbagging goals. Photo looks W from a rock outcropping S of the Elkhorn Divide summit using the telephoto lens.

Lupe and SPHP reached the saddle area again, and got on the road going NW.  Lupe followed the road for only a few minutes.  Glimpses of the grassy ridge she had seen earlier on were becoming visible through the forest.  Lupe left the road heading W.   She came to a fence up on the grassy ridge.  The fence line pointed almost directly at Fish Mountain (5,942 ft.).

Lupe on the grassy ridge on her way to Fish Mountain, the most distant hill on the R. The hill on the L is High Point 5922. Lupe didn't climb HP 5922, but she did climb the lower sub peak seen at (Center) on her way to Fish Mountain. Photo looks NW.
Lupe on the grassy ridge on her way to Fish Mountain, the most distant hill on the R. The hill on the L is High Point 5922. Lupe didn’t climb HP 5922, but she did climb the lower sub peak seen at (Center) on her way to Fish Mountain. Photo looks NW.

Lupe followed the fence line toward Fish Mountain.  The fence turned WNW as it drew near two sub-peaks E of High Point 5922.  Lupe climbed both of these sub-peaks without having to cross the fence.

Climbing the second, higher sub-peak proved to be quite unnecessary.  The rocky summit didn’t provide much of a view of Fish Mountain, despite high hopes for one.  Lupe then had to lose all the elevation she had just gained traversing a steep slope toward the saddle over to Fish Mountain.

While exploring the steep slope, Lupe made an intensely exciting discovery.  She found a squirrel on the ground!  The squirrel alertly made a narrow escape by springing nimbly to the safety of a nearby tree.  Unfortunately for the poor squirrel, the tree was either dead or an aspen that had already lost all its leaves.  Lupe could see the frightened squirrel scrambling around up there, and raised a tremendous ruckus.

The squirrel was 35 feet above the ground and perfectly safe, but totally unnerved.  It desperately wanted to get out of sight.  Dashing around from one spindly little branch to the next, it lost its balance.  Down fell the squirrel!  Clear back to the ground.  Lupe was after it immediately.

Now, if SPHP ever falls out of a tree 35 feet straight down to the ground, that will be the end of the ole’ ballgame right then and there.  The squirrel, however, sprang up like Lazarus from the dead, totally unfazed.  Nevertheless, if there hadn’t been so much tall grass, brush and deadfall timber around to slow Lupe down, things might well have ended badly for the squirrel.  As it was, Lazarus the squirrel escaped again to a big pine tree and disappeared.

Lupe was so excited, for a little while she didn’t even think about the gunfire, which was still going on.  She was convinced that where one squirrel could be found on the ground, there might well be more.  Lupe sniffed frantically everywhere.  She didn’t calm down until she was past the saddle and climbing the S slope of Fish Mountain.

Near the top of Fish Mountain, was a band of small limestone cliffs.  The cliffs were quite broken up, so it wasn’t hard at all for Lupe to find a route through them.  Lupe arrived up on a summit ridge about 200 feet long E/W, and 25 or 30 feet wide N/S.  Several different stones closer to the E end vied for the title of true summit.

Lupe at the summit of Fish Mountain. Photo looks W.
Lupe at the summit of Fish Mountain. Photo looks W.

The E end of the summit ridge was surprisingly barren, but still ringed by enough trees to block the views.  However, there was one exception.  A small gap in the trees provided a glimpse of Inyan Kara (6,360 ft.) off to the SSW.

Inyan Kara Mountain as seen from Fish Mountain using the telephoto lens. Photo looks SSW.

Lupe and SPHP took a break up on Fish Mountain.  By now, Lupe was back to worrying about the gunfire again.  Apparently target practice was going to last all day.  SPHP tried to comfort Lupe, but the truth was her next peakbagging goal was Hooker Peak, even closer to the source of Lupe’s torment.

Instead of heading back down the steep S slope of Fish Mountain, Lupe and SPHP explored the summit ridge to the W.  It went farther than SPHP expected, before beginning to lose elevation steadily.  Lupe arrived at an opening in the forest along the S rim of the ridge where there was a clear view to the SSW.  Inyan Kara could be seen again, along with a couple more peaks Lupe hoped to climb tomorrow.

At the viewpoint along the S rim of Fish Mountain, well W of the summit. Inyan Kara is seen in the distance. Duling Hill (6,005 ft.) is L of the dead tree. Iron Mountain (5,887 ft.) is in the foreground to the R of Inyan Kara partially obscuring it. Photo looks SSW.
Another look with the telephoto lens. Photo looks SSW.
Another look with the telephoto lens. Photo looks SSW.
Duling Hill (Center) from Fish Mountain. Photo looks S.

Lupe and SPHP continued W from the viewpoint.  Lupe didn’t have to go much farther before the terrain dropped down to a more heavily forested area where she found an old road.  The road took her SE down to the W side of the saddle between Fish Mountain and High Point 5922.  There it turned sharply W continuing down a side valley all the way to Fish Canyon.

By the time Lupe reached Fish Canyon, the sun was already so low it was only shining on the mountaintops.  However, Lupe was quite close to another peakbagging objective, Hooker Peak (5,862 ft.).  Maybe she could still make it up Hooker Peak before sunset?  She would have to hurry!  Lupe and SPHP went a short distance NNW on the road in Fish Canyon before turning SW to climb Hooker Peak’s NE ridge.

Most of the climb wasn’t bad, but Lupe was a nervous wreck.  The continuing gunfire was now quite loud, originating from somewhere much lower, but not too far away to the NW.  SPHP could hardly move without tripping over or stepping on the psyched out American Dingo.  Just like Lazarus the squirrel, Lupe was desperate to hide.

Despite the gunfire and steep final trek to the summit, Lupe arrived up on top of Hooker Peak.  The sun was on the horizon.  The summit ridge proved to be a short, narrow line of rock, with fairly high cliffs to the S, an arrangement which provided a panoramic view in that direction.  In all other directions, there was forest.

Lupe on Hooker Peak, WY. Inyan Kara is seen in the distance. Photo looks SSW.
Lupe on Hooker Peak, WY. Inyan Kara is seen in the distance. Photo looks SSW.
Looking SW along part of the short rocky summit ridge of Hooker Peak.
Looking SW along part of the short rocky summit ridge of Hooker Peak.
Inyan Kara from Hooker Peak. Photo looks SSW using the telephoto lens.

There was more to the Hooker Peak summit ridge than SPHP originally realized.  Lupe explored it farther to the WSW.  It remained quite high, part of it perhaps as high as where Lupe had her summit photos taken on the rocks.  There were more trees and bushes to deal with here.  SPHP hoped for a clear view of the fast fading sunset, but there really wasn’t one.

Lupe near the WSW end of the Hooker Peak summit ridge. Photo looks WSW.
Lupe near the WSW end of the Hooker Peak summit ridge. Photo looks WSW.

The sun was gone.  Twilight began fading fast.  Lupe and SPHP spent maybe 20 minutes total up on Hooker Peak before having to retreat.  Lupe went down the mountain following the NE ridge, retracing her route up.  Darkness came on so quickly that SPHP had to bring out the flashlight before Lupe even made it back down to Fish Canyon.

At last, Lupe was happy again.  Target practice was finally over.  (Thank heavens, the would-be sharpshooter didn’t have night vision goggles!)  Beneath a star-studded sky, Lupe and SPHP followed the road up Fish Canyon.  At first it went S, then SE.  After a mile or so, there was an intersection not shown on the old Black Hills National Forest map.  The hand-sketched topo map was useless too.  SPHP guessed, taking the road going S instead of E.

There were doubt-filled moments, but finally, 1.5 miles later, after the road had wound around before turning E, Lupe came to the intersection near the grove of yellow aspens she had been to before.  Three minutes later, she was at the G6 (8:07 PM, 46°F) feasting on an entire can of Alpo.

For once, Lupe wasn’t going straight home following a Black Hills expedition.  She was staying right here.  A long night was ahead, but Lupe’s adventures in the Black Hills of Wyoming weren’t over yet!

On Hooker Peak, Black Hills, WY 10-9-16

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Kabekona Lake, Minnesota (10-2-16)

It was evening, already dark, when Lupe arrived at the cabin on Kabekona Lake in northern Minnesota.  Surprisingly, no one seemed to be around.  However, the door was unlocked.  Presumably everyone would be back soon.  Lupe and SPHP went right on in.

Lupe had been here before, way back in June of 2014 – a very long time ago for the Carolina Dog.  Did she remember the cabin?  Lupe sniffed around curiously.  She went up the stairs to the loft she’d loved where she and SPHP had stayed before.  The Carolina Dog’s eyes grew wide, but she didn’t jump up on the bed.  Did she remember the loft?  It was hard to say.

Lupe discovered there were two cats in the basement, but Laddie, the old cat that had been here in 2014, was nowhere to be seen.  The two new cats were both curious and rather alarmed to see an American Dingo in possession of the main floor of their cabin.  SPHP closed the door to the basement.  Even though Lupe likes cats, it was best to keep the cats down there for now.

SPHP crashed on the couch.  Lupe was 700 miles from home.  It had been a long day’s drive.  Best to get a little shuteye, before the gang returned.  Lupe sniffed around a little more, then curled up with SPHP.

Suddenly Lupe was barking furiously!  She had leapt up to defend the cabin from intruders!  Of course, the intruders happened to be John and Joyce, owners of the cabin, returning home from eating out.  With them were Claire and Laura, who had arrived yesterday for the same sad reason Lupe was here.  Lupe calmed down when she realized SPHP was glad to see these intruders.  She most graciously permitted John and Joyce to enter their own cabin.

Service at the restaurant had been extremely slow.  It was already after 10 PM.  Tomorrow there would be a ceremony after church for Connie.  The next day’s schedule was discussed.  Then it was time to hit the hay.  Everyone retired for the night.

The next morning, Lupe, Sandy and SPHP went down to take a look at Kabekona lake.  The lake looked wonderful!  It was going to be a beautiful day!  Lupe would only have half of the afternoon and this one evening before sunset to enjoy the lake, though.  The rest of the day she would be stuck in the G6.  Tomorrow she would be headed home again.

Lupe checks out Kabekona Lake early on 10-2-16. It was going to be a beautiful day at the lake!
Lupe checks out Kabekona Lake early on 10-2-16. It was going to be a beautiful day at the lake!
Kabekona Lake is SW of much larger Leech Lake in N central Minnesota. Photo looks NE.
Kabekona Lake is SW of much larger Leech Lake in N central Minnesota. Photo looks NE.

It was an amazingly warm day for northern Minnesota in early October.  During church, Lupe was confined to the G6 with the windows rolled down as far as possible without allowing her a possible escape route.  She had plenty of water to help her stay cool.  She would be bored, but fine.

After church, SPHP took Lupe for a short walk to a small lake nearby.  Lupe was soon back in the G6, though, until social hour was done.  SPHP brought Lupe a pastry from the church meant for social time attendees.  Lupe wanted to go back with SPHP into the church, since SPHP had neglected to bring her any coffee, but SPHP wouldn’t hear of it.

A little after noon, social hour ended.  Now it was time to go to the cemetery for a short ceremony for Connie.  The cemetery wasn’t far away.  Fortunately the road went right by a field full of black cows and Canadian geese.  Lupe had an exciting, if brief, respite from boredom barking furiously at the cows.

Post ceremony at the cemetery, a luncheon was held back at the church.  Lupe was still stuck in the G6.  However, she did receive a much appreciated ham and cheese sandwich, plus another pastry, to ease both hunger and the monotony of confinement.

Lupe with flowers for Connie.
Lupe with flowers for Connie.

It was after 2 PM by the time Lupe was back at the cabin.  Finally, she could go exploring outside.  Was she ever ready!  The Carolina Dog  charged through the N woods, nose to the ground, delighted to be free again.

Lupe bounded around the cabin.  She went with SPHP down to the dock for another quick look at Kabekona Lake.  She explored the driveway and woods out to County Road No. 37.

Lupe at the Kabekona Lake cabin.
Cabin life at Kabekona Lake in northern Minnesota is awesome! This message has been approved by an American Dingo.
Cabin life at Kabekona Lake in northern Minnesota is awesome! This message has been approved by an American Dingo.
Lupe at the cabin's shed for boating equipment and supplies.
Lupe at the cabin’s shed for boating equipment and supplies.
On the dock.
On the dock.
So, SPHP, will you take me boating? Pretty please?
So, SPHP, will you take me boating? Pretty please?
Lupe on the cabin’s driveway out to Country Road No. 37.
Early October is a great time to be in the north woods of Minnesota! Fall colors are on display. Better yet, the mosquitoes are all dead!

After Lupe’s outdoor reconnaissance, it was time to go back to the cabin to pop the big question.  SPHP asked John about the possibility of taking the boat out on the lake?

John didn’t say no, but as SPHP expected, the events of the past summer meant John hadn’t had the boat out on the lake even once yet this year himself.  There was a long list of tasks to accomplish to get the boat and motor ready for launch.  Lupe wouldn’t get to spend much time actually on the lake.  Nevertheless, SPHP was prepared to spring into action, when John made another suggestion.

Why not take the canoes instead of the boat?  John had a canoe, and there was another one that could be borrowed at the cabin where Sandy and Lib were staying.  That made more sense.  It was a calm day with hardly any waves on the lake.  The canoes would be fun, and would require almost no prep time at all!  The plan was set.  John went with Lupe and SPHP to launch the first canoe.

Soon Lupe was in the canoe out on Kabekona Lake!  John and SPHP paddled over to the neighbor’s dock.  SPHP climbed up a short ladder onto the dock intending to go get the second canoe.  SPHP had barely reached the top of the ladder, when suddenly Lupe decided she wasn’t getting left behind.  She launched herself out of the canoe!

Of course, Lupe didn’t realize the canoe would tip as she made her leap for the dock.  Consequently, she didn’t jump quite high enough.  For a fraction of a second, she clung to the edge of the dock trying to dig her claws in and scramble up, but she couldn’t.  Lupe plunged back into Kabekona Lake sinking beneath the surface!

Now Carolina Dogs, at least this Carolina Dog, are not water dogs.  Although Lupe likes wading in puddles and streams, and even laying down in them, SPHP has almost never seen Lupe swim.  Maybe it was because of her first swimming experience.

When Lupe was 3 months old, on her first trip to the park, Lupe had hurled herself for no apparent reason into Rapid Creek.  Of course, the tiny puppy sank far below the surface.  SPHP was on the verge of wading in to save her.  However, Lupe popped back up to the surface and swam against the current for shore, managing to extricate herself all on her own.

That first experience must have been quite a shock, though.  Puppy Lupe had had no idea she would sink and start to drown.  It was March.  There was 6″ of snow on the ground.  The water in the creek couldn’t have been much above freezing.  Ever since then, Lupe has carefully avoided water that’s over her head.

Did Lupe even remember how to swim?  SPHP peered anxiously into Kabekona Lake.  Lupe did swim back up to the surface!  She was doing the Dingo paddle for all she was worth, but she was confused.  She swam around to the wrong side of the canoe where she couldn’t see the near shore.

SPHP called to Lupe and encouraged her to come.  She swam back around the canoe again, and headed for shore.  When she reached it, she released a great spray of water as she shook herself off.  Despite her unexpected baptism in Kabekona Lake, Lupe was fine.  She went with SPHP to launch the second canoe.

Before long, Laura and Sandy joined Lupe’s canoe fleet crew as paddlers.  Laura went with John, and Sandy with Lupe and SPHP.  It was sunny and warm.  Lupe dried off quickly.  She was quite content to stay in the canoe.

John and Laura in Canoe No. 1 of Lupe's fleet.
John and Laura in Canoe No. 1 of Lupe’s fleet.
Sandy and Lupe in Canoe No. 2.
Lupe's canoe fleet headed for Preacher's Point for no particular reason, other than to relax and enjoy the outing.
Lupe’s canoe fleet headed for Preacher’s Point for no particular reason, other than to relax and enjoy the outing.
John and Laura again, having a good time.
John and Laura again, having a good time.
Meanwhile, back at Canoe No. 2, Sandy was having fun, too. Lupe was still getting used to life as a sea dog. She was careful not to leap out of the canoe a second time.

There was no particular goal other than to paddle around lazily enjoying the day.  Preacher’s Point along the SE shore of Kabekona Lake became the canoe trip’s destination by default.

After going a bit beyond Preacher’s Point, Lupe’s canoe fleet turned around and headed back for John’s cabin.  There was no rush, just a leisurely paddle.  Over two hours had gone by on the lake by the time the tiny fleet arrived back at the dock.  John, Laura and Sandy were done for the day.

However, Lib hadn’t gotten a chance to be out on the lake yet.  She joined Lupe and SPHP for a one canoe sunset cruise back to Preacher’s Point.  The water was glassy smooth.

Sea dog Lupe enjoys the ride while Lib paddles.
Sea dog Lupe enjoys the ride while Lib paddles.
Lib near Preacher Point on Kabekona Lake.

On her second return trip from Preacher Point, Lupe was sailing toward the now setting sun.  Her afternoon and evening on Kabekona Lake was almost over.  The canoes had been a great idea.  Even so, the hours had flown by fast.

Sunset from Kabekona Lake.
Evening glow.
The colors fade.

By the time it was all over and the canoes were put away, there wasn’t much light left at all.  Lupe and SPHP took one last look at Kabekona Lake from the dock before heading to the cabin for supper.

Lupe on the dock again at dusk. Sea dog Lupe, like most sailors, was glad to be back on terra firma on shore leave.
Lupe on the dock again at dusk. Sea dog Lupe, like most sailors, was glad to be back on terra firma on shore leave.

Supper was well underway in the cabin by the time Lupe and SPHP appeared.  The evening was spent in pleasant conversation, except for a brief altercation between Blackie, the jet black cat, and Lupe.

Apparently Blackie resented Lupe getting too close to his dinner bowl.  Blackie let her know it in no uncertain terms.  In return, Lupe made it clear that American Dingoes have no intention of being bossed around by mere cats.  Fortunately, a truce based on mutual understanding was reached in two seconds.

The next morning, it was already time to say good-bye.  Laura had left well before dawn to catch a plane.  Sandy and Lib departed right after breakfast.  A little while later, it was Lupe and SPHP’s turn to hit the long road home.

Lib and Sandy say good-bye.
Joyce and Lupe with Claire looking on from the table.
Joyce and Lupe with Claire looking on from the table.
John & Joyce with Lupe.
John & Joyce with Lupe.
John shares a nugget of Norwegian philosophy.
Claire and Joyce bid Lupe farewell.
Claire and Joyce bid Lupe farewell.

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