DAY ONE-OH-FOUR, August 21, 34.2 Miles
At mile 2201.5
Something crashed in, then very quickly back out of our camp last night. Then this morning a bug flew into my eye. Right in, the inside corner, and my instinctual blink forced it further in. Yeah, that's every bit as awful feeling as you think it is. Luckily, its squirming struggle for life was outward, not inward and after a few panicky seconds from both parties, we parted ways. I signed the trail register jeans walked up some hills, and that's pretty much all that happened today. Spent the afternoon listening to Fleet Foxes, sunning my beard in the Pacific Northwestern sun, wandering the woods, all very appropriate.
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