Between fresh excitement and the usual discomfort of camping, sleep, while not terrible, wasn't great. When my friend and I rolled out of our sleeping bags for the day, we returned to the same rock as the night prior and sat for a little over two hours. It wouldn't be the same kind of crazy, but it was, again, a beautiful day out.
We put some food in our stomachs and hustled along the trail back to my friend's vehicle. On the way back to town, we swung by the Statter Harbor. Among some ridiculous boats, we got my first Arctic Terns for the trip.
