[Garen LiLorian]

Though my journal entries have been few and far between, I have still been traveling a bit every day except when the weather precludes (all too often, I'm afraid)
We have reached Buckland! The fires of Crickhollow burn brightly, and the mushrooms gifted by the inestimable Madam Maggot are boiling as I try to bring my journal up to date. I can hear several companions snicker in the other room; I wonder if they have a surprise in store?
As thrilled as I am to be under a roof again (out of the rain that has been falling steadily for the last few days) I know that it cannot last. Tomorrow I shall have to brave the Old Forest, likely alone as I do not think my friends are up to such a challenge. But that will wait. Already I hear the clear voices of my friends as they call me to supper.
According to maps, I have gone 73 miles. It seems like such a small ways when placed against the entirety of my trip, and thus far I have only been walking through the tame little woods and rivers of my beloved Shire. The Wild still lies ahead. Tomorrow!

-Garen