Wudangshan

As Oliver put it, we woke up that first morning in a postcard.

And this was our yellow brick road. The cook led us down these—

—to the road below the hotel—

—and down the ravine to the local swimming hole.

Where Dijonne threatened to toss Anwar in—

—Zach hunted for little freshwater crabs, with the help of our guide (far left) and another local—

And Oliver forced himself to relax and enjoy the scenery.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....