Explored a bit further, tying marker tape on trees every so often. Its quiet and damp out there, next to that awful river, infested with horrible things swimming in the cold, still water.

In the Boss tree groves, you can catch your breath because the stinking underbrush is all stunted and rotten, and disintigrates when you smack it down like a troll's ego. I look up at the giant and its looks comfy up there in the sunshine. Dreaming of making a nest.

Hot dinner and gonna watch the end of 3:10 to Yuma with Russ the buss.

I go deep into the Based wilderness and come back to post with (You) not you, IGAY one day I wont and thats because I will become The Based, and not just visit.