… apparently for hours now… maybe even days…  weren’t the wolves in hot pursuit of the moose calf at least a day ago?  Didn’t Mark and Wes get a night’s sleep in after we first learned of the wolf/ moose situation??   Who knows, time is a slippery concept in the Trail-verse.  Poor mommy and baby moose.  Must suck to be preyed upon.  “Just leave me the hell alone, all right?  Aren’t there any mice to snack on?   Haven’t you ever seen the movie ‘Never Cry wolf?’  And now there’s this f-ing metal clangy thing in my way…”

Wonder if the ladies are in the same tent? Whether they set up camp with boy-boy, girl-girl tent assignments…  eliminates any possibility of inappropriate noises emanating at night…

At least today we don’t have to look at Wes’s sallow, ashen, sunken-cheeked face or Mark’s overly jaunty cap perched on the back of his head… Or listen to the whiny one elicit random noises about cell phone reception and missing civilization…

And I am still adding up the combined weight of all the crap they have in “camp…” including now a full-size stove and propane tank.  This just doesn’t make any sense.  But then I probably spend too much time thinking about these things…