I awoke on the bus the next morning to find myself in Evanston, Wyoming...440 miles from Denver! The bus drivers needed to sleep for the day, so everyone else had the day to relax.
Bad photo, good sign. "Beaver Brook Trail: This trail is extremely tough. If you lack experience please use another trail. Take special care at the cascades to avoid tragic results."
...but after realizing that driving an RV is WAY more tiring than driving a car, I decided to scrap the plan for Acadia (which was still a really far drive) and just drive around and get lost.
The only proper way to end a session is by eating at the shitty little restaurant they have inside. A giant ice cold pilsner and some weird Siberian meat-dumplings slathered in insanely spicy Russian mustard! Helps with the detoxing!
