An October Hike #11: Memories of Sharp Teeth

We make a stop at an even clearing, where Leo tells us that we'll be spending the night. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. Made it this far. Now comes the social test though. And if I'm going to reveal anything to Leo, it'll be here - at camp - alone. Following the others' example, I scour though the side pockets of my backpack and pull out a granola bar. I have been to busy in my head to realize how hungry I had actually become. I sink my teeth into the crunchy goodness and thank any god listening for the concept of snacks.

While the sky is still light, we put op our tents. As I put my pack into it, I get an uneasy flashback to the last time I spent the night in a tent - The horrifying Nixie hovering over my friend, Kass - the smell of rot and stale water.

But that was a unique experience, right?

Incredibly unlikely to happen again.

Right?

Inktober2024 11 - Snacks by Doodles Most Foul (me)