We listened to something young die a horrible death last night right before going to bed in our suddenly not so protective cloth tent. As much as we were super clean and careful and therefore being responsible and "not asking for it" I went to bed wondering. The locals told us the #1 complaint is that no one is seeing any bears. Am I the only one noticing the irony in this gripe? I only ask because I have been hoping to see a bear badly and I am now caught in my own quandary.
Camping last night was everything I expected and more. The more being holy shit cold. It was so cold that our warm breath condensed on the tent walls and created puddles on the tent floor. Needless to say, we're now in a hotel and will not commence camping again until along the west coast where the weather will be more inviting.
Tomorrow we hike the morning away and then head towards Highway 1. Sandy beaches here we come. It's strange how I cannot wait to get home but I am having such a blast that I don't care if we ever go back. Traveling without a home to go back to is undoubtedly the way to go. Witness. Ha.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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