July 19, midnight.
Wet. The drops of dew falling from above were huge- the size of my head. My shelter kept me somewhat dry but every drop that hit the ground sounded like an explosion.
July 20, 6 a.m.
As I sat by my campfire planning my exploration for the day, an unimaginable creature with eight long legs- as tall as my waist- crept nearby. As I hid behind the giant Janga-Purana tree it quietly went down the trail. Will I see it again?
July 21, 7 p.m.
Lightning is flashing overhead. My treehouse is shaking in the wind and rain.
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