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I got up and going pretty early for me. I saw some helicopters but nothing like last night. I wonder what was happening? I came to a peak and talked to some people with fishing poles. They hadn’t seen any helicopters the night before. Probably I’ll never know what that was all about.
I played headgames with myself all day. Five miles then a break. Two more hours then a break. No break until I find a creek. That sort of thing.
At Richardson Lake, I ate early dinner and wished I could set up camp. I put my feet in the cold water. A school of tiny fish swarmed around my toes. Maybe they’d give me fish pedicure. A crawdad scuttled after the fish. I pulled my feet out.
I dragged myself those last five miles. I ended up at a stupid campsite. My choices were tall grass or cement-hard dirt. Too tired to care.