Up the Lake and ADP

ADP

It started off well: a trip up to the pond and back. We were stoked, both Miss Kafka and I, but we were barely prepared for what was ahead. Sure we had backpacks full of food and water, but those were simple, easy items to have.
To be honest, it did have a rocky start; and I don't mean that in any pun-tastic way. Bus scheduling was muddled up because one (or both) of us is retarded. After that was sorted, we dabbled on the internet while my creatures inspected the bird. Well, she dabbled. I ran around gathering fruities and bottled waste. She'll certainly cover the rest of those moments within her domain (won't you).
The walk down to the path leading to the pond was probably the worst part because I couldn't tell if we had past it or not until asking for directions. Grammar :D... It was still fun, don't get me wrong, but damn was my perspective ever shot. The last time I had gone up, it was by car. Fifteen minutes via car is quite a bit more by foot (if that wasn't already obvious). The directions were golden... the second time around. One person told us it was North (way North). That was bull--I've been there before. The second person was surrounded by sawdust, but gave us good directions. I suppose I was being stupid, but it felt like we passed it, which is why I asked for directions. When we reached that awesome gravel road, we were probably half-way to Grueville.
From the yellow house onward was... a trek. I kept checking my watch so we wouldn't be late getting back, but that made it feel all the longer. By gawd was that ever a long trip. Good times, though. A few stops and Miss Kafka even ate a man. Sucked the life right out of him...
During our brief stops we had a go at listening to nature. Fuckin' Eh did nature have shit to say. The wind wound around the trees as birds blew their beaks. With the occasional slurp of guttywuts, I would say it was a good talk we had.
Of course, walking ten kilometres is a tiresome deed for those without bus-breaking legs. We had to sit, stop, or wiggle our legs awkwardly as we walked. Okay, I wiggled my legs awkwardly. She just did the occasional stretch. Pfft... normal stretches.
At about seven or eight kilometres down the trail (and this is just the gravel road) we had to stop completely... and do some squats. First to ten would win. We both kept at it evenly: 1 and 1, 2 and 2, 3 and 3, 4 and 4, etc. However, Neither of us were counting (at least not properly) and wound up confused as to who won. I'm sure I stopped at nine thinking it was ten. As far as I'm concerned, the bird won.
After hitting that eight kilometre mark, we found the damned pond (lake). O lardy was it beautiful! Sure, people have seen it thousands of times, but fuck them. I've only seen it twice as of now. I'm sure it's about the same for Miss Bird. Plus, traveling ten kilometres by foot makes anything at least ten times more awesome than it actually is. Even school.
We came out to film, but in the end we (I) were so tired that filming seemed like an impossible task. That, and I just wanted to sit and talk rather than sitting, facing the lake, and talking away from the camera for a half-hour. There is a subtle difference.
A half-hour later, we headed back. Of course I panicked when I thought I forgot the camera at the lake after ten minutes of walking, but it was in my bag. Yep. It was starting to get dark too, so my watch became useless. Damn was the walk back ever fast feeling. Time literally flew (no really; it had a cape).
There was a huge gasp of relief when we hit the high road. Not a single Pokemon jumped us, which was great. I agreed to be a distraction in such a case, and boy am I glad I missed that opportunity.
As we made a forced march for HQ, the darkness of the night and the mechs started taking over. Damn deadlights kept getting bigger and more startling. Eventually we collapsed on some grassy bit of land and managed to see... nothing. It was a schite night for star gazing. In fact, the moon was barely visible through all that fog. It was fucking great though: total relaxation... until we stood up. AUGH!! PAIN!! STIFFNESS!! I did get a second wind before Mecha M showed up and helped us along. That was the end; night over.

Fuck was that a fun trip. That whole, what, six or seven hours of chatting, chewing and chirping. Yep, we are definitely doing that again (muhahaha@Kafka). After the three month recovery process...

ADP dropping to AMP... augh... *dead*

EDIT: Her story