Last night we ate at our fav Latin American restaurant in Bavaria called South. Again, they were out of plantains (4 times in a row).

Climbed Givler’s Crack which offers stunning views. Got, what we like to call in these here parts, misdirected from the correct trail on our way down the hillside. The mini-epic turned into a scramble down a rock face with the dogs. Just a tad bit sketchy. Back to South to try and score plantains and drink their famous margs. No plantains AGAIN! Supposedly because they were too green. We demanded to view the kitchen because we now think they are withholding delish plantains to spite us. In any case we drowned our sorrows with Tres Leche, mmm.

No, Andressa, we did not see any vampires here. They are supposedly in the Eastern part of Washington in a town called Forks.

(climbing gear demo and two schmoobies)