Got a late start, was hiking until after duck, and spent a miserable night on the side of a mountain because I actually listened to the park ranger when they said that camping was prohibited next to trails and near water.

The very next morning I passed no less than half a dozen campsites within 4 feet of the trail and 2 feet of the water.

I topped off my four hours of fitful sleeping with a hike back, a collapse at the elkwallow wayside, the best grilled cheese i’ve ever had in my life, and a three hour nap in my car.

i’m getting too old for this sort of thing.