Yo no soy marinero!

Man am I tired. I think all the hiking and altitude is finally getting to me and I'm seriously considering a good long nap. Chris let me go early. He wanted to get three plots done today but knows how tired I got just today and told me to go home and rest. Before I totally left, I went on top of a small hill not far from the hiking trail and called Mom and Dad. Talked to them for maybe a total of 20 minutes, 10 each, and came home. I picked up some firewood on the way and came home to find that Sonja had already gotten some. That's fine - I'd rather have way too much than not enough any day.

We saw some deer today, a pregnant mother and her yearling twins. They make deer a lot bigger and more robust out here. I suppose they have to be to handle this environment, especially through the rough winters and cold nights.

Speaking of cold, I'm sick of being cold at night and having to tend a fire instead of turn a dial. Haha, yay for the laziness of the 21st century. I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually. But Chris said the nights won't get any warmer all summer. The days will get hot, in fact unbearably hot sometimes, but the nights will stay freezing cold. Joy. *gag*

I finished Pawn of Prophecy last night and I'll start Queen of Sorcery tonight. Yay for re-reading the Eddings books! They're just as good as I remember them. I've also been knitting some in my spare time. Tomorrow Chris, Matt, and maybe a few others are getting together to climb Mount Something-I-Can't-Remember tomorrow, but I might skip out. I'm so worn out and everyone else that would be climbing is much more acclimated than I am to this environment, so I'd be the slow poke. Which is fine, they'd all understand, I'd just feel like I was holding everyone up. But that's not all. I'm just really tired. Chris says he knows I'd push myself, but Rachel (Chris's girlfriend) said on the phone to him last night, "Don't wear her out!" Haha, too late. My muscles are saying no, even though my rationale says I should, just so I'll get acclimated faster. And I'd have to get up at 6. Ew.

My butt is sore. Thought you ought to know.

Someone keeps playing a recorder to get the coyotes going. Oh! And there's a mouse in the cabin! The stinker got into my nuts overnight. I'll have to make sure I keep food locked in the cupboard. Poop head. If he keeps it up, I'll have to set up a trap, and stick his dead body on the pile of other dead mice and chipmunks in the freezer so that someone can use him for a beetle experiment. That's right, he'll get whacked dead with a metal rod while trying to eat a piece of mozzarella cheese, thrown in a freezer, and observed while being consumed by beetles and their larvae. Cruel? Yes. Eating MY food when there is PLENTY outside? Stupid idea, mouse.

Song stuck in head: "La Bamba"