Woke up to 200+ barn swallows chirping and soaring overhead. They all had there nests right under the bridge. Took my time enjoying the beautiful morning as my rain-fly dried. I warmed up tons of hot chocolate and sat drinking that with uncooked oatmeal. Perhaps one day I might get sick of it. As I was packing my bag, I noticed the darn swallows pooped on my hand and tent. I was ferocious and wanted justice, so I picked up some rocks and waited for them to hover under the bridge. I messed about a half dozen times before I connected. I killed one and injured another pretty good. I felt a little bad, cause I wasn’t sure I hit the one that pooped on me. Lugged my pack on my back and hit the trail. My pack was so heavy, I didn’t know if my straps were going to bust or not. As long as I made twenty miles, I’d be happy. The first part of the day didn’t stop inclining. After reaching the top I figured I needed to air out my feet. That also came along with taking a wonderful nap to soak up the sun. After getting my energy back to full strength, I was determined to accomplish those miles. The rest of the day turned out to be all downhill, which turned out to be worse on the knees and legs. Found a nice spring to stock up on right before finding a perfect camping spot by some amazing rock formations.