A night of ants playing hopscotch over Marty’s body and his mind adding more numbers to what was actually there made for a tough night.
Morning came early and hard. Camping his first night in years drove back why He stopped camping that many years ago. Rain, wind and ants. All what He hated about camping is back again. But this time He’s in control. He can look at the bright side of life.
They decided to ditch the speakers and head out on a beautiful ride spanning Arrow lake twice. Once by ferry and once by cable ferry.
He couldn’t shake the plaguing rain that keep soaking his spirits. But this time he looked at the positives. Less dust on the dirt roads. The sun would pop out just enough to dry him off, then “rained” him back to soak. He truly tried to be good. Really he did, but here and there the old Marty would spill out some sarcasm.
The far side of the lake was beautiful. And helped dry out his mood.
We needed wood for our fire so we loaded up a few rounds on the back of the bikes and brought them back.
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