At 7:15, I was walking. Earliest yet.
It was 60 miles until the next town resupply, and I had a fantasy that I could make it in 2 days.
Maybe one day? If I walked all night?
No. Why would I do that.
The map said there was a resupply box with goodies and 6 gallons of water cached in 20 miles. I wonder if I could make that?
So I set about it. But first, I had to stop. Time consuming as it is, I needed to wash my face and brush my teeth.
And off again, at a pretty good pace. I might actually make it.
Hmm, I’m out of water and dehydrated.
I stop at a full pond, making lots of noise, until I realize there’s an Elk hunter hidden in the hillside staring at me.
Once I see him, he waves shyly.
Oh! Sorry to interrupt the quiet.
“No problem. It’s a little late in the year to be hiking, isn’t it?”
Absolutely. And the cold confirms it.
“I thought you might be a large buck.”
Only to the ladies.
We talk for a while over the large pond, and he’s quite impressed with my base weight. I could do 3, but I filter 2 liters, and do my best to get out of his spot.
I wish him luck with his hunt.
I remind myself to stay on trail around here.
9.7 miles to the resupply box. I wonder what goodies are inside? I’m craving a Whatchamacallit.
The landscape changes for the first time in a while, and it’s a refreshing change. I’m following an empty river bend, and the elevation is about 1000 feet lower than I’ve been in a week.
An hour and a half before sunset, I remember my quilt is wet from condensation last night. I stop in the sun and let it dry, which takes an inordinate amount of time.
Dry enough, I take off into yet another change of landscape: switchbacks up a hill side, to a view of the riverbed 1000 feet below.
Only 3.6 miles away. Some of the landscape I’m walking through is perfect for camping; it almost looks like an Asian garden.
The “goodies” listed in the app at the resupply box: toilet paper and soap.
The toilet paper is amazing when you need it. A true goody.
I don’t need it.
I wanted a Whatchamacallit.