So, got across the river fine. Got a freaking rock in my converse and my pants are soaked but couldn’t be worse right?
That there was sarcasm. If you don’t know sarcasm you’re nothing to me. Then again… I’m writing to myself and therefore I know what sarcasm is and therefore I mean something to me… I don’t know I think I have a concussion or something… don’t ask me questions… or me don’t ask me questions!
I haven’t even been out here for a day and I’m already going crazy…
Anyways, walked along this path. I’m guessing that something made this a while back as it appears pretty clear asides from one tree, oh and a big freakin’ hole in the ground. I’m thinking this was one of those sights where they tested nukes back in the day. I wouldn’t know if this place is freaking radiated – I have no geiger counter. Maybe I could gig one up out of pop cans and microchips… I’m sure if I’m desperate enough I could MacGyver anything… although I’m more like a Bear Grylls when it comes to down to it.
So… yeah… a big hole in the ground too steep for me to climb down unless my goal is to kill myself, which here’s a shocker, it isn’t. I’ll make sure to stay away from that thing unless I need to go down there. Here’s to hoping I don’t need to go there…
Continuing along the path I saw something bright orange in the distance. At first I thought prisoners with the bright neon orange through the trees, then I thought hunters. Turns out is wasn’t either of those. It was a freaking tent. Well not just one… at least four from my counting and behind them were some wooden structures of some sort. I made camp for the night, thinking maybe the owners of the neon tents would return.
Nope. Nothing. No one… not even those nudists.
I should stop trying to find them and instead make camp somewhere… maybe near fresh water and a constant food source. If I do that maybe they will find me. Nothing could go wrong with that.