It was mid-afternoon when he flopped down on a log, dead tired. He’d managed to find some blueberries along the way but his stomach was growling. The rain had stopped but the sun was out and the woods became a sauna. He swatted bugs continually as they swarmed around their luscious meal. He was beginning to doubt his reasoning for continuing downstream. At least four more days and he was starting to slow down. It would most likely be five or maybe six days, now. Berries were easy enough to find but too many would cause the runs and lead to dehydration. Perhaps he should have stayed with the plane, or gone to the tower. Should he stay here and make a stand, build a fire and hope to be seen, or continue on?
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