7/31/03 We pushed on to Minerva Hinchey and on the way heard distinct and loud moose calls near the trail. We scooted on to the shelter which "featured" an aluminum beach chair thoughtfully provided by the GMC shelter adopter, Mrs. GORP (Good Ole Raisins and Peanuts). We were shortly joined by Chill Out who made a friend for life by sharing a chocolate chip cookie with Rough. Tumble set up the "mouse" net and Becky and Tiki, Riddler and Rite On came into camp later. Becky and Tiki tented nearby, leaving only five of us in the shelter. All those smelly socks in one place are starting to get to us. Rough's socks smelled so bad they were keeping Tumble awake at night. She made him seal them in a plastic bag. Rough was sure they'd melt through the bag by morning. As for herself, Tumble noted "... the worst smell of all is ME! I can't seem to smell anyone else and I only hope they can't smell me. Wish I couldn't!" We played a game of checkers left by someone in the shelter and then Tiki and Becky brought their "Worst Case Scenario" game to the shelter and we all laughed and played until dark. Of course it rained during the night -- hard and long.