Boring. Up hill down hill up hill down hill-turn corner, more hill.During a climb, saw a green grassy gravel path that led into POA state hunting ground and decided it would be the best place to camp. We crawled in there ate, set up tents and went to sleep. In the middle of the night we hear what sounds like a shovel digging dirt along with twigs snapping and rustling about. I recognized the sounds from when I was hitchhiking and didn't think anything of it. George freaked out and started calling over in a loud, strained whisper "Tiiiim, what is that? do you hear that?" We were completly surrounded by deer, they somehow missed our scent and got pretty close. I didn't realize how close they were so when I made a noise to get them to go away, I scared the crap out of them and about 5 deer started making the alarmed high pitch sequel that they make. Not the easiest thing to try and fall asleep to, since instead of running away they stuck around and made that noise for a good 10 minutes.
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