On the fifth day of hiking, we didn't screw around. It was all on trails that we had already hiked, so we didn't take any pictures. We just went straight to the parking lot and drove back to Salt Lake City, where we stuffed ourselves with a variety of high-quality meats at a restaurant called Rodizio's.
After a few days of watching The Lord of the Rings, and other assorted lounge
activities, I decided to start the drive back to Ohio. I will miss Buell,
Polly, Phil, and Zuki, but I won't miss the hiking. It was pretty painful,
but I survived. My pants, on the other hand, did not survive. A hole
appeared near my crotch on the first day of the hike, and it gradually became
bigger until it eventually ripped all the way down my leg. My attempts to
fix it with duct tape failed.
