Another Austin morning, another bunch of Round Rock Doughnuts.  We set
off for Longhorn Caverns and made it in time for the noon tour.  Accompanied by a
horde of screaming children, we toured the cave, which included a spectacular 
dolomite section.
	We departed the cave and went to Enchanted Rock, which was overflowing with
people (the weather had improved,) and reserved a primative camping spot at a location
known as Buzzard's Roost.  Before we went there to set up camp, we climbed the 
secondary dome, and came back down.
	After our "warm-up" we loaded our gear and set off on the 1.5 mile hike to 
our campsite, which proved a little more problematic than might have been anticipated
as the trail was quite rough (Though fortunately level.)  We arrived, claimed the 
closest campsite, and set up.  Shortly after we arrived, a huge group came in and set
up camp, they would spend much of the night ambushing each other on the trail to 
the restroom and keeping everyone else awake with their screaming.
	Our camp set up and sunset approaching, we donned our caving lights and went
on a dusk hike, returning some time after nightfall, after a hike of roughly 3-4 miles
round trip.  We set up our single burner portable stove, which functioned nicely, although
it sounded like a firehose, and heated soup for dinner.  As we were finishing our 
dinner and getting read to go to bed, two girls came along the trail.
	They carried no light and inquired if this was the way to the parking lot. 
It was not, and they were lost, after dark, without a light source (As I would notice later,
they'd apparently also fallen in the stream and were soaked.)  I gave them a mini maglight
and offered to accompany them to the fork they made the mistake at, as I needed to rinse
out our dishes at the stream there.
	They followed me back, but it became obvious that they would have serious 
problems negotiating the rest of the trail with the tiny light I gave them, so I accompanied
them the rest of the way back, which was slow as they were quite tired.  Back at the 
parking lot, I was about to depart, they hailed me down again and I ended up giving their
vehicle a jump.  As I finished that, they circled in their now functioning car once more to
profess they didn't know how to get out of the park.  I gave them directions and began my
hike back alone.
	The dear and other animals weren't frightened of humans at all, and I encountered 
quite a few by the stream as I hiked back.  I retrieved my pots, washing them, and returned 
to camp, to explain to Sugar and Sparky where I'd been.