Since then everything has gone much better, the sounds of birds familiar and unfamiliar have filled the day air. Crickets and the steady drone of mosquitos in the woods have replaced them since nightfall. South carolina has some beautiful country with roads through green hammocked atrium and the sweet smell of honey suckle vine patching the landscape. We're camping a decent ways from the road now and from whoever owns the property we're on hopefully. An armadillo gave us a scare stumbling towards our camp earlier as we were eating our chicken noodle soup, almost positive it was the person owning the land coming to unwelcome us in some way. Its always an armadillo. Im exhausted so im going to go ahead and sleep finally, it was a struggle to even stay awake to type this on my phone. And yes, our butts hurt.