What to eat? That is the question.

Currently, the Chow gang is slobbing around recovering from our night of camping.

We returned from the mountains around 3 p.m. today.

It was actually in the "Wild and Scenic Merced River" (in the larger foothills) where we camped a beautiful, flowing river rapid campsite. I, for one loved it so much.

Bo on the other hand loved 400 million times more than any human. We almost got attacked by a real live, ready to strike rattling, rattle snake. NO JOKE!

Very cool, very surreal and very protected by Bocifus Sanford. We were trotting along hiking this cool trail all along the river (it was an old railroad path), and BLAMO!

Bo is hippity hopping toward something frantically. We all caught Bo doing this and immediately put the rattling noise and Bo's actions together. Casey ahead by 5 feet turns back and yells, "BO!".

At that time Dad and Mom and I were just barely glancing at it and continued to slo-mo'ly shimmey on by it. It was one of those super slow and long seconds in life.

Right when Case yelled for Bo, Bo hopped back and ran back to Case, knowing full well how close he and all of us had come to a dangerous hospital visit!

More to come, we are all so HUNGRY!