Eating Crow.

Now there comes a time in everyone's life
when they need to redeem themselves
from the wrongs they have incurred
and taste the gamy flavor of a stringy blackbird.
It is my time to sit at judgments table
and feast on the horrible fowl
for forgetting to write yesterday's events
a task I'll plan fulfill right now.

After the events of the day, I was just too tired to write. So here it is, as much as I can recall. (If I can stay awake)

I was a half eaten mouse in the mouth of a boa contrictor as I wrestled in my mummy bag made to sleep someone much smaller than me. With cold creeping from the deep shadows of my room, I tried to free myself from the jaws of my nylon predator and search for another blanket. It was useless, my limbs were numb and bound close to my sides. After much tribulation and struggling I freed my arm and fumbled around the bed in search of blankets to no avail. Freezing, I thought about getting up and reached for the alarm clock that lay on the nightstand. My eyes squinted as I looked into the brightnes of the clock. 6:43AM. I am not much of a morning person to be sure, but this night, even without as much of a wink of sleep, I felt fully rested.

The trickle of the warm shower felt like rain in summertime.Each drop hit with a rejuvenating effect awaking my soul. (As I am still trying to recoop from the trip, I must stop now for I am tired. Might be continued later)

Here are some of the things we did.
Hiked to Cassidy Arch
Explored a cave area thought to be Butch's hideout.
Looked at some dinosaur bones.
Came back to camp.
Scaled the Reef.
Went on a Midnight hike.
Slept like a log.
(Not a dull moment all day.)