I didn’t have a proper dinner last night and I felt it. No matter how many times this happens I never learn. Coupled with a bad night’s sleep made for a slog of a day. Captain Something, Billie Goat, Booster and Poseidon are shaping up to be our new bubble, which is great. It’s been so long however since we started together, all the way back near Mexico that we don’t have much to talk about. At least I didn’t feel like talking.
I got to camp way after the others, close to 20h30. What a shit day.
Only highlight, the following FarOut comment on a dirt road:
‘Saw a squirrel on the trail at sundown. What does it all mean??’