Clarence's viewpoint for the hike. His knobbly legs could not make the walk and he was afraid of being in the front. Clarence wonders where the scale is. How can you weigh your bags with no scale.
Clarence eyes a bad underneath a log. He lets his curiosity get the best of him and opens it. Low and behold it is the missing scale.
Clarence's post during the Whitney ascent. He was complaining about too much bacon in the split pea soup the night before, so I decided it was best if his cranky self stayed at camp.
As you can see Clarence has been getting around. Thanks to Kerry for the commentary and fabulous pictures.