Sunday morning, we woke up to no rain and people fishing in the river next to our campsite. That was a little odd, but what the heck. We built a fire, and Zach made bacon and coffee. The coffee was not all that strong, since it was made in an old-time percolator which wasn’t over the hottest part of the fire. Oh well.

Then we went hiking along the trails that we’d explored on Saturday. This time, since it wasn’t raining, we brought Sarah and our cameras. About 3/4 mile from the campsite, there was an abandoned structure:
abandoned structure in the Coconino National Forest
We didn’t have any idea what it was or why it was there. We walked down the trail a ways and found remnants of old pipes that had probably connected to this building. Zach thought that the place had probably been used in some sort of mining, with pipes carrying water in and out for some sort of sluicing operation.

We continued up the trail, with a few detours to check out side trails that looked interesting.  There was one patch of trail that was more treacherous than normal, since it had rained recently, but we got over it with no problems.  Unfortunately, the trail ended after about another half mile, with no apparent way forward that didn’t involve crossing the river.  We didn’t want to do that.  So we went back along the trail, this time taking the trail’s other branch, which was closer to the river.

When we got back to the campsite, I took down my tent, packed up, said goodbye, and left.  Had stuff to do back at home, like laundry and feeding Fuzzball.

Trivia: We had everybody except Kelli, who was attending some Nathan Filion-related event.  We also heard stories of Patti being pulled into coordinating a baby shower for someone, Zach injuring himself with a hatchet years ago, and other tales of random stuff.  At some point, I said, “I woke up this morning from a dream where I had been imprisoned on charges of possessing illegal firearms and ammunition.  And Billy Mays was acting as my defense lawyer.”  That was true, even though it made absolutely no sense.  Well, dreams are weird.  We were tied for second place when I left.