Yesterday was a trek across the island. Ostensibly, there was a trail, but in all practicality, it was a 6+ hour bushwhack. By the time I finished, the 11 miles felt like an ultra marathon. I was either ducking under a branch or three, or crawling over a deadfall, or winding my way around another. And all the way, I was a hunted man.
Otherwise, I saw a bunch of nature. All cool.