A return to what it was like before we destroyed whatever it was we had to begin with. Yeah.

Day SixtySeven, August 23, 25 Miles
At Mile 1351, Poptart 472/1000
RT: "How old is that sign?"
Joker: "I'll tell you..."
He hits the sign.
Buzzz...
The wasps come out.
RT and I scream like Kiwi toddlers and all five of us scatter.

Got punished last night for my half-assed attempt at pitching my tarp. My groundsheet helped funnel litres of water into the bottom third of my sleeping bag, my pack and the clothes I hike in. Awesome. Pretty nice day in the end though. Back onto trail for most of the morning, it has been quite some time. Back up to 11,000ft. Hawkeye finally has an appetite. Relentless.
Last full day in Wyoming.