So you thought I was exaggerating when I said I have hundreds of bug bites on my arms and legs, huh? Well, I'm not sure how much you can see from the picture, but that's just a small part of the inflicted area. Furthermore, I took the picture yesterday, after a few days of relative bug inactivity. --> I did not end up having to double back the entire six miles yesterday. It turns out that I was actually heading the right way when I started yesterday, but I should have taken a left after about 2.5 miles. Instead, I walked another 3.5 miles in the wrong direction, which means I ended up walking more than seven unnecessary miles. Yesterday sucked for a few other reasons, too, but I'm not going to get into that. The suckitude carried over to this morning, as well, with me accidentally putting a small hole in the mesh of my tent canopy. --> I think I'm finally only about a mile from I-16, and I've been told there are truck stops there. There better be. If not, I'll be really pissed.