"Fire bad; tree pretty."

Gibson Jack, 7:30. Trail pretty. Climb nice. Gate weird. Wrong turn: BAD. Ride back: good. Up, up, up...BAD. Down...better. Food good. Water good. Out of water bad. Car: GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!! Hungry now. Bye.

(I'm not quite that incoherent, but pretty close; I think I hiked 12 miles)