Froggie Noises and Triumph in Our Eyes

Day 3
Miles 9
The Butterflies get the soft stuff. My underquilt for my hammock. Sophie’s sleeping bag. The tarps. Water shoes.
Things that won’t break if Bosco whacks them.
Oatcake carries the bear cans for the same reason. If a bear can’t get into them, I figure Bosco can’t break them if he whacks Oatcake.
Bosco gets electronics and delicate stuff and gas cannisters because nobody dares whack him back.
We are making a point to talk to Oatcake more. He is so well behaved that everyone else gets all the attention and he is just chill and mild-mannered, not drawing any positive or negative attention to himself. You’re an excellent boy, we say, and we pet him and he smiles.
We sat in the meadow while we waited for Joshua and Ali to bring us our resupply and the horse trailer to save us from a road walk down Mt. Rose Highway. Bosco whacked Jon Snow and then nuzzled my hair. I know you love me but you have to be nice, I said.
Baaaa, he whispered in my ear.
We spread out our resupply all over the ground while the goats were tied up in the woods. It took us way too long to sort it out but finally our food was in the correct place and our clothes had been switched out. Our bounce boxes that held static gear we may need, had been rummaged through.
We loaded up the goats in the trailer and Joshua gave Sophie some apples and nectarines which she slipped into Jon Snow’s pannier pocket. I drove us the one mile to the dropoff on the other side of the road and we unloaded the goats two by two and ran them up the TRT stock route, through the gate, and tied them up to trees above. Ali carried our gear up to the goats and we put everyone back together again. Except Jon Snow stuck his head in his pannier pocket and ate half a nectarine in one bite. And the guys laughed and we yelled a lot and then off we went. With no injuries; Triumph in Our Eyes.
A while later, Sophie pointed at a plane. Look – it’s Joshua and Ali! And the Red Stripes Gave Them Away. They buzzed us and texted to confirm it was them.
We hung out at Frog Lake and let the boys forage.
There are no frogs, she said. They name these places and now they’re not like that anymore.
On queue, the frogs started their Froggie Noises.
We made camp and Bosco jumped on a tree and almost knocked a branch down on his own head. Jon Snow and Oatcake had to switch places on the highline twice. Jon Snow tried eating my hammock and then Sophie’s tent, and we couldn’t decide which was worse.
Sharkey tried eating the electric fence which didn’t seem to phase him, so Sophie moved the fence and wondered out loud how it Could Possibly Work on a Bear.
Bosco just said Baaa.