Porter scrambled over the rocks a little bit, but when the rocks would hurt him he would ask "hep, pease" (help, please) for me to pick him up. As soon as he was in my arms, he considered me a pack horse. "Dat Doe!" He would shout and point, ordering me to go whichever direction he wanted me to. I have no idea what the exact translation is for that one, but he definitely got his point across. And, he would get a pretty good kick out of it when I would stumble while carrying him... at least one of us thought that was funny. Porter cracks me up. In the end, Porter got distracted by something a little less pointy and he spent the rest of the time wandering around talking on Kyle's cell phone.
It was a fun excursion and we'll have to try it again... and bring some gloves for Porter to use.



