Total PCT Miles Hiked Today: 18.8
• One river ford. No problem (dry foot).
• Lots of blow downs. Pain in the ass.
• Coffee sunrise & tequila sunset (thanks to Dionysus).
• Washed socks & underwear at river.
• Lunch on wooded pass.
• Dinner at wide dry "meadow" sitting on edge of dried creek with thirsty fumbling mosquitoes.
Seano & Dionysus pick out a granite terrace scoured clean by glaciers, oh, 20,000 years ago or so - with a commanding view of the valley - and all the mountains around sculpted in the same peculiar way: forested pyramids of terraces. Our tent stakes didn't go far here so we jury-rigged anchorage.
|Hiding out from moquitoes. What a relief to have the net!! That's solid rock we're camped on. Seano's the photographer.|
Mozzies are getting worse and worse. It wears on us to be driven on every time we pause to admire a view, navigate a tricky water crossing, or try to take pictures.. The tents are a relief. Heaven! It seems there is no refuge from everything that wants to snag, bite, sting, chew, or spear us. Except the tent. This is our kid's fort. And it really works!
Every night is a blend of the "lark" of sleeping in the wild, the laughter at its infelicities, and the long hours of toss-and-turn from leg and foot pain. After waking, we soon (more often than not) end up weak with laughter from Seano and Dionysus trading drole observations or commentary on the night.
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