Rather drink muddy water, and sleep in a hollow log

High 22, Low 12.

Lots of hikers walking around yesterday and the shelter was full last night. A bright moon, the full moon is friday, I believe. Should be a pretty week, the trails are packed down well and its still sunny and cold in the forecast.  

Lydia Brenner: When do you think they'll come?
Mitch Brenner:I don't know.
Lydia Brenner: If they're bigger birds, Mitch, they'll get into the house.
Mitch Brenner: Well, it's just a chance we'll have to take.
Lydia Brenner: Maybe we ought to leave.
Mitch Brenner: No, not now. Not while they're massing out there.
Lydia Brenner: When?
Mitch Brenner: We'll just see what happens.
Lydia Brenner: Where will we go?
Mitch Brenner: I don't know. We're safe here for the time being...
Lydia Brenner: What happens when you run out of wood?
Mitch Brenner: I don't know. We'll break up the furniture.
Lydia Brenner: You don't know. You don't know. When will you know? When we're all dead? [Cathy bursts into tears]

(It seems the crows have been joining forces up here, there really are hundreds flying around up here right now. pretty crazy, i've seen em for a few days now. )