Hung Daze 1 controls in the morning and Daze 2 controls in the late afternoon. I was originally thinking I could get the relay controls out, too, which turned out to be a laughable idea. I got out so late I was really lucky to get the last several controls before it got too dark.
My luck was not total, however. At one point, what I recognized as a yielding branch turned out to be unyielding. And what the branch recognized as my upper lip turned out to be my upper lip. Ouch! When I checked for blood, I couldn't find any, so I counted myself as one lucky son of a bitch. Back home, though, the mirror revealed a different story: a thick scratch extending diagonally from my nose down to the upper lip, not bleeding, but having oozed some amount of blood.
Depending on how you view it, I either look like a) a clutz (check mark) or, b) a possibly dangerous man of the high altitude prairie, not one to be trifled with. If b), it could prove useful if people assume the worst and give me wide berth as I advance in age. But I know a) is much closer to the truth.
All that was somewhat offset near the end, as I was hanging the next to last control of the evening, when I encountered a baby moose. Though only a baby, it was still already the size of a medium sized pony.
It ran away very quickly, which seemed somewhat unusual at the time and which I didn't fully understand until I got home and saw in the mirror what it saw in the woods.
Another very hazy day, which has made for an exceptionally beautiful moon tonight.