Backpacking and Bipolar II. Taking Manic Depression on tour.
This morning I staggered and stumbled through the hazy heat, across hulking hills and to the craggy creek. After this Seussian sounding affair I took some photographs of the place for you.
I got a few videos of the animals I saw. My camera work leaves much room for improvement but I thankfully got an OK one of the feature creature:
This little guy was casually swimming around for a while as I booted the camera up. I got a few seconds before he looks up as though to say “Fucking TOURISTS!” before going grumpily to sulk at the bottom of the creek.
If god exists, one of the first things I’m going to ask it is if it made this animal with stuff from the spare parts bin.