Poison oak is settling in on my arms and the back side of my right knee, but it's not nearly as bad as I though it would be. I'm slowly recovering from the mental taxation of trying to identify and avoid all poison oak. Yesterday consisted of post trip sleepiness and looking at picture of our spiky friend shooting blood out of his eye. Must unlucky hiker & hiker with greatest resolve goes to Matt for endured the onslaught of two angry wasps (why were they angry?), and trudging on after incurring a flat at the beginning of the down hill.