Nothing very interesting happenned to me today, though Microburst did get stung by a bee and tripped on a root that ripped her other shoe open. Sweet 16 is getting faster. She got to our super-sweet campspot at 5:30, Micro got there at 7, and I toddled in at 8. It's tempting to be depressed that I'm having my ass handed to me by BOTH my hiking partners now; that I really am the ball and chain holding Team Mexico or Bust back. I have spent too much time (in Northern California, mostly) being depressed and heaping on the self-loathing. I don't want to go back to that, I'm on track to finish before October 1st, and I can do what it takes to stay on-track.
- Typoed on my iPhone