
The rain they swore would be there came lazy and late. Nothing much more than dampness in our boots after hiking in long grass and a bit of mist covering our tents. Made it better, if anything.
American toads were everywhere. Tiny baby ones. So many that you'd be more likely to step on them than you would be to see them.
And ticks, too. Deer and dog ticks. SO MANY TICKS! Most I've ever seen by a lot, planting trails of small tickles all over our shins. We lost count, tossing them straight into the fire.
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