We watched the sun rise.

We crossed creeks.

We passed by lakes.

We met a trail cat.

We walked some more.

We napped.

We walked again.

We crossed rivers by bridge.

We crossed rivers by foot.

We set up camp in a field, soaked right up next to each other in teensy hot springs – toes touching and all – and soon we shall fall asleep under the stars.

Day Sixty Seven has been a good one.