Day 9 Saturday: Packing and prep

And so our time at this camp is coming to an end and we wake to finish the packing we started last night while it was still light. Katarina's finger is healing well and it's difficult to believe it was completely impaled with a thorn from one side to the other. Can't imagine it being so clean if it was a rusty old nail.

I'm busy trying to keep my own body together. After that hike yesterday, and many more the days before, my feet, knees and ankles feel like they've been wrecked on a medieval rack. A two minute daily exercise seems to help. For now.

For our last morning we head to the truck once more and Angus does his usual routine of letting me get close and then running like I mean to kill him. I don't think I've even even touched him. He'll be missed by all of us.