We had been laboring under the assumption that the bear crossing signs were just a formality, a reminder to drive the speed limit. Today we learned that this is not the case. There really are black bears on Mt. Lemmon. You’re probably thinking this realization came through a daring mano-a-mano combat in which Ceri singlehandedly wrestled the bear that was trying to maul Mico. Sadly (or maybe not sadly but certainly more boringly), this information was gained when Eva informed us that there are bears in the area. Since we had previously assumed neither bears nor serial killers resided in the area, we are now concerned the the presence of one makes the presence of the other more likely. Hence forth we will be sleeping in shifts. Let’s hope we get to make another post.
Apparently feet are really important. Missing feet makes you angry. When you find them things become easier but until then life is a frustrating challenge.
Squeeze chimney plus helmet plus massive 6inch cams digging into your back. Pretty bad time and then you remember you are mildly claustrophobic. That sucks.
Walk uphill in the Arizona sun.
Shipping is derived from relationships, not the postal service. Such words make conversation difficult.
And words from the wise:
“I imagined they’d need to pour peanutbutter down the slot to free me ” – Ceri Godinez
My dad said that posts with numbers receive higher views. That’s all we learned today, well that and to always bring a headlamp.
It’s dark out and we have a campsite to find at incinerator ridge and then a dinner to make so no videos will be posted tonight. Look forward to them in the future.