And then the day got away from us. We spent four hours looking for Mark's wallet - checking all the places we visited the day before - only to find his wallet in the far corner of his tent. Of course, while asking the Mexican restaurant for Mark's wallet, they returned mine, (I didn't even know it was missing) as I left it on the table when I paid the bill.
Not enough time to boulder so I went for another trail run, followed by pizza, and much talk about Mark's current vision quest, while sipping wine at the campground.
Despite the shit show, it was a good day.