I was so distracted by what happened on the ferry yesterday I didn’t record anything about our trip. That’s the point of this journal, after all. To help me remember when I’m back home, working in the office too many hours. Maybe I’ll remember what it’s like to be a human, not just a cog in the stupid machine. It’s not like we make anything. Like my dad would have put up with me learning a trade. Not his son.
Ugh. I’m supposed to be getting away from all this. Forget about it for a month. No more…
Okay. So, yeah, we got to the trailhead by early afternoon. We parked and checked in with the park office. The ranger gave us a few warnings and suggestions for places we don’t want to miss. Liam has our trip pretty well mapped out. He’s done hikes like this since he was a kid. Couldn’t have grown up in a more different family from me. He’s our leader. I thought he was hitting on the ranger except the guy was completely oblivious. Still friendly, though.
We hiked in… no idea how far. Only a couple of hours, before we found a place to stay for the night. Liams calls this a primitive campsite. He means there are some rocks in a ring for a fire and that’s about it. You could see where people had camped. We set up our tents, no worries. I’m in with Quinn. Good thing or I would have probably killed Mischa. That asshole kept trying to scare me all night with a “tentacle” he made from some rope and a shirt. I finally threw it into the brush. Let him find it this morning.
Got up early this morning. It was light. Cold. Whatever storm pushed through with the wind yesterday left it clear. Liam and I made breakfast over the fire Liam got started. He showed me the right way to build it and spread the coals. We’re going to take turns making the meals. We have some fresh stuff now we have to eat. We’ll be on the packaged stuff next week, then we can restock when the trail gets close to a town.
We’ll pack up and get going after breakfast.
Later… Liam and I made breakfast so Quinn & Mischa are making supper. Liam says we covered about ten miles today. No big hills, but we crossed a couple of streams. Mostly walking through trees. The trail is really clear. We met a few hikers along the way, a couple of guys heading back to the trailhead. We passed a family with two teens. Can’t imagine doing something like this with my family. Or at all as a teenager, really. I didn’t want to leave my computer most days. But the hike has been good so far, other than Mish still being a dick.
At least he’s not still trying to get with a tentacle. Instead, he’s started making this weird sound. He says he’s not doing anything, but every time I hear it, he’s grinning. Unless he convinced Quinn to help him prank me. But I don’t think Quinn would do that. Though they’re all teasing me about it. Like they don’t hear it.
It started after we crossed the first stream. I thought it was insects at first. Crickets, cicadas. I don’t know, but it was a weird clicking buzz. Something any of these guys would be able to make. Quinn used to be able to do some pretty cool beatboxing, back in highschool. Well, not “cool” because we were never going to be that, but it was pretty amazing what sounds he could make. But he swears it’s not him doing anything. I’d believe him easier if he wasn’t saying he didn’t hear anything, either.
First the tentacles. Now this sound?
The thing is, the sound changed as we walked. It’s gotten deeper. Not louder, exactly, but like the clicks are closer together to form a lower note. I swear I can almost feel it in my chest. The buzz is as bad as a dentist drill for making my head feel weird. Between the two parts, I feel like jumping out of my own skin.
Night… Everyone else is asleep. We don’t have the campsite to ourselves. There is a husband and wife who came in as we ate supper. We talked for a while around the fire before everyone crawled into the tents for the night. But this sound is getting to me. And the couple said they didn’t hear anything, either. No way Mish could have gotten to them, first, to convince them to lie. So now I’m starting to worry there’s something wrong with me.
The thing is, the sound… I almost can’t hear it anymore either. But I can feel it. It’s like it’s in my chest, in my guts. Like a vibration. And the clicks are like a pulse and… I’m the only one who’s ever going to read this, so I can be honest, right? Otherwise it’s like I’m lying to myself and how dumb is that?
Fuck. So. Yeah, okay, I can feel it everywhere. In my balls, even. Sitting around on these rocks someone found & set up around the fire, feels like someone stuck a vibrator up my ass. I’ve been so hard all night, I was too embarrassed to get up and go to the tent. Like a tent would give me any privacy. I can hear the couple in their tent going at it like there’s no one for miles. It’s not helping my situation here.
We walked around the campsite a bit before dark. Set up a spot to piss or dig a pit. I could maybe go out there and take care of the problem, but it might not be far enough. And I don’t want to get lost, if I go any further out.
Sheesh, that couple are really loud. Wonder if that’s their thing. If they want me to hear. Is that still considered exhibitionism if I can’t see them?
Two times in two days I get to be the perv watching someone else have sex. Or listen. Damn. That’s almost worse. I mean, tentacles are… well, not something… fuck. I think it’s… ah, fuck. Stronger… shit—-