"I sure am glad we didn't run into another bear," Anthony said.
"That was two days ago. We haven't seen anything except for those two buzzards again," John said.
"We've already climbed almost 4,000 feet," Anthony said. "I think those buzzards are laughing at us."
"It's the crows that are laughing," John said.
A murder of crows flew into the trees nearby where John and Anthony stopped beyond a clearcut area. John stared at the trail ahead of them. He saw a large mass that somehow looked like a bear. "I don't like it here," John said.
The crows cawed as if they were laughing that the two men. "The wind is blowing across the clear-cut and it's cold. Let's go back a little way."
Anthony hoisted his backpack higher on his back. "I don't want to go back too far. I'm hungry."
The murder of crows flew over John and Anthony's heads as they walked back along the trail looking for a more protected and flat place to set up camp. They found a suitable spot about 1,200 feet back down the trail where they set up their tents for the night.. Darkness settled in around them. "Look up!" Anthony said. "The moon looks full."
"It won't be full until Denise's birthday on the 17th," John said. "But it is giving us some nice light."
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