arsnic

Camping was great.
I saw a big fat lizard. Snakes fucking. (One was trying to get away and the other was still attatched so it dragged it away. It was cute) Saw some ducks, fishies, bugs, lots of bugs, a deer, bats. OH and an otter. Two of them actually. And on our way to the "footbridge" which is about a two mile cruel hike some fishers were so excited and yelled out to us that we had JUST missed a bear. They said not even ten seconds before we got to them it froliced up the mountain. Boo. I wanted to see it.
Paul and I almost fell asleep on this huge ass boulder in the middle of the river watching the bats fly above. The second night we went night fishing and just before the sun went down the bats came out and they were flying at our feet and flying into our fishing line. It was amazing. I love bats. While we were out there an otter jumped off a rock right next to me. It was fucking scarey. They're mean. I thought he might come out and attack me. So we left. Yup

Coming back to civilization, not so great. People are terrible drivers and they're ridiculously sloppy.