After a surprisingly good night of sleep, it was Sunday.
I lied in bed for a while hoping to high heaven that my leg was rested and stretched enough to bear weight. When it got too hot to lay in the tent anymore I had to get up, fortunately it was slightly healed and with the help of some voltaren gel it was right for the rest of the weekend.
The Silents were due on at 11:35 so we had some time to kill.
Which the boys spent sitting around in a circle, taking turns spinning a stick, and who ever the stick pointed at, the person who spun the stick got to throw the stick at that person’s shins.
I thought it was the most ridiculous game i’d ever seen, but other people who heard that anecdote didn’t seem to think so.
Maybe you just had to be there.
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