When last we left our gallant band,
they were facing starvation after a long and arduous day full of obstacles and challenges. So desperate were they that they began peering into bushes looking for small animals to club with sticks.
Just as our heroes were about to drop from hunger, Gimpy appeared on the trail, leading Caveman who was heavily laden with a cooler full of sustenance and condiments. There was much rejoicing in the forest in those moments.
OK, it might not look like Eastex is rejoicing there, but he was weak with hunger.
As Cavemen set out air rescue recognition panels that double as jacket and hammock,
it was noticed that there was evidence that werewolves had been present at one point
But as he had brought along the Mighty Reggie, he had no fear.
In the meantime, our hungry heroes wasted no time breaking into the rations
Reggie and Scout explored thier unique relationship.
The night was passed around the campfire
The band only going to sleep after a pterodactle noisily flew overhead, causing some concern and much discussion.
Morning came early and after a quick breakfast the company geared up for the trail back to Parking Lot #8. Gimpy led the way, setting a quick pace.
When they reached the intersection of the trail with the Forest Road that led to Hidden Lake, Scout decided that what was needed was to trace the proper route back to the Parking Lot---one that did not include a Bushwhacking component, and he and Sargevining volunteered to do just that.
As the band trekked back along the portion of the Four Notch Loop not traversed the previous day, Scout and Sargevining returned to Hidden lake over the food lots and neawly cleared road
When they reached Hidden Lake, they paused for a snack and a swim
Then back to the broken bridge, where evidence was found that others had come to grief in that very location
Sargevining took a route that appeared to be the proper one until he noticed tire tracks on what should have been an abandonded road.
And grass that was cultivated in rows
Along with another small pond
with evidence of a grisly feast beside it
He and Scout returned to the bridge and rectified his mistake. The track now looked like the abandonded road it should be
And quickly made it back to the main trail
They also took note of one of the many incongruities of the forest. A beautiful butterfly feasting on a pile of coyote poo.
Reunited once again, the band bade adieu to Easttex and then set out the remainder of thier food to have thier last communal meal in the forest
Sourkraut, cheddar cheese, and polish sausage on a tortilla with mashed taters and mustard makes for a truly tasty and culturally diverse meal.
They woke the next morning, said thier goodbyes and shook hands, then went their separate ways, tired but happy.