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I was so distracted by what happened on the ferry yesterday I didn\u2019t record anything about our trip. That\u2019s the point of this journal, after all. To help me remember when I\u2019m back home, working in the office too many hours. Maybe I\u2019ll remember what it\u2019s like to be a human, not just a cog in the stupid machine. It\u2019s not like we make anything. Like my dad would have put up with me learning a trade. Not his son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ugh. I\u2019m supposed to be getting away from all this. Forget about it for a month. No more\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019t want to miss. Liam has our trip pretty well mapped out. He\u2019s done hikes like this since he was a kid. Couldn\u2019t have grown up in a more different family from me. He\u2019s our leader. I thought he was hitting on the ranger except the guy was completely oblivious. Still friendly, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We hiked in\u2026 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\u2019s about it. You could see where people had camped. We set up our tents, no worries. I\u2019m in with Quinn. Good thing or I would have probably killed Mischa. That asshole kept trying to scare me all night with a \u201ctentacle\u201d he made from some rope and a shirt. I finally threw it into the brush. Let him find it this morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019re going to take turns making the meals. We have some fresh stuff now we have to eat. We\u2019ll be on the packaged stuff next week, then we can restock when the trail gets close to a town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019ll pack up and get going after breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later\u2026 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\u2019t imagine doing something like this with my family. Or at all as a teenager, really. I didn\u2019t want to leave my computer most days. But the hike has been good so far, other than Mish still being a dick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least he\u2019s not still trying to get with a tentacle. Instead, he\u2019s started making this weird sound. He says he\u2019s not doing anything, but every time I hear it, he\u2019s grinning. Unless he convinced Quinn to help him prank me. But I don\u2019t think Quinn would do that. Though they\u2019re all teasing me about it. Like they don\u2019t hear it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It started after we crossed the first stream. I thought it was insects at first. Crickets, cicadas. I don\u2019t 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 \u201ccool\u201d because we were never going to be that, but it was pretty amazing what sounds he could make. But he swears it\u2019s not him doing anything. I\u2019d believe him easier if he wasn\u2019t saying he didn\u2019t hear anything, either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First the tentacles. Now this sound?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thing is, the sound changed as we walked. It\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Night\u2026 Everyone else is asleep. We don\u2019t 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\u2019t hear anything, either. No way Mish could have gotten to them, first, to convince them to lie. So now I\u2019m starting to worry there\u2019s something wrong with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thing is, the sound\u2026 I almost can\u2019t hear it anymore either. But I can feel it. It\u2019s like it\u2019s in my chest, in my guts. Like a vibration. And the clicks are like a pulse and\u2026 I\u2019m the only one who\u2019s ever going to read this, so I can be honest, right? Otherwise it\u2019s like I\u2019m lying to myself and how dumb is that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019ve 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\u2019s no one for miles. It\u2019s not helping my situation here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019t want to get lost, if I go any further out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sheesh, that couple are really loud. Wonder if that\u2019s their thing. If they want me to hear. Is that still considered exhibitionism if I can\u2019t see them?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two times in two days I get to be the perv watching someone else have sex. Or listen. Damn. That\u2019s almost worse. I mean, tentacles are\u2026 well, not something\u2026 fuck. I think it\u2019s\u2026 ah, fuck. Stronger\u2026 shit\u2014-<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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