Last night it was pretty windy, at least twice I thought my tent cover was going to blow away. Luckily I set it up like a champ (mad tent setting up skillz).
Apparently, and I'm not sure if this is true, for the second night in a row Mike has had something stolen from him by something without thumbs. The first night candy by a bird (or as I suggested a monkey with thumbs), and last night his brand spankin' new tights by only god knows what (I'm snickering to myself while typing that).
We're about to embark on day five. Legs are a little sore, but spirits are not.
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