Long day. Started with a desperate hike to trees, we could see them for an hour before we reached them. Oh, how they taunted our bowels. Saw a sign that read:
OAKLAND POND 2
A TREE 8
Turns out it was referring to the "A-tree" which is a dead, grey, gnarled tree along the trail, and I could find no traces of any distinguishable qualities.
That night, after a long ass day of hiking, I made a very bad JC (judgment call): my terribly written, simple plot Scottish smutty historic romance novel, "Border Lass," got a little bit interesting. I stayed up til 1 am to finish it.