Crow-sized mosquitos with panther-sized teeth.
Another great story. I love the getting lost stories. When we travel I always have to go to the top or the end of the trail. My wife rolls her eyes at me but generally humors me. Unfortunately as we get a bit older the trails seem to be getting a little longer and a little steeper. The last peak we were on I deferred to her good judgement and didn't go all the way to the top as the rocks were steep and slippery and it seemed good sense to stop and not risk wrecking the rest of the trip with a sprained or broken ankle or worse.
I was convinced at one point that you were going down the cataract with the log...
Thanks for this fun read, Stuart. Yeah, the flip flops. 🤣