Bob Marshall Wilderness is a stretch of about 160 miles between East Glacier and Lincoln. There is a small camp at about 100 miles in which you can send a refueling box called Benchmark. I opted not instead of taking horstop in Augusta, or possibly rummaging through other hikers, leftovers in the hikerbox. I would have to find enough food to last 60 miles.
He feels good to leave East Glacier even though I was only there for one day. My time spent in the glass viewpoint was very relaxing and fun among so many hikers. Tent City in the backyard had about 20 tents. Mainly ultralite tents. Cargo stations inside, a walk, free food that people left, the cooking cooking and a person’s shower house, as well as inner toilets. There is a sign on the toilet that says «the TP in other companies works best on the road.» This is because many of the hikers are known for being TP pirates. Taking both TP and we need restaurants or service stations to reach the next city. I admit that I have done this too. Generally from restaurants or possibly in a hotel. I refrain from taking additional hygienic paper in the shelter. One, because they had a signal and two, this shelter is for hikers and I don’t want to take advantage of their kindness. In a distant, there is a comment from the Luna owner that says: «Thanks to hikers for their 5 -star Google reviews, but could you return and change them to a star please? We cannot handle that type of advertising.» I have also heard that Luna really just wants to help CDT hikers and is not trying to announce or grow your business to include more travelers. I can respect that.
It is interesting in these long paths to find people like Luna and her family who really love to help hikers on their trip. Be a small or large part of it. Be kind.
To help hikers on their way.
The Bob
Little in the bob, there is an steep climb. It is not long, but it makes me question the amount of food I packed for 5 days. It is a heavy load to carry. Especially when the last two days have less than a one -day food supply. After one or two miles, the path opens in an area of burns for approximately 7 miles. There are some blows, but they are all simple enough to climb.
I stopped in a stream to drink some water and take a quick break. Eat a snack and sit down a little. Welp, it’s time to get going. I put my backpack, the classic look back to see if you left something, and I was on the way. A little more than one mile later I look for my sunglasses. Not in my head. Not on my shoulder strap. Foolishness. I decided not to make the round trip of 2.6 miles to look for them. This is the reason you buy cheap sun glasses for a walk.
Flutter
I see in a distant that an advanced range of Ranger is 5 miles away. It sounds like a place as good as any other to aim at an upcoming break. When I get to the advanced position of the rangers, I take away the socks and shoes and put them in the sun. I had been walking with wet shoes since I decided that it was not worth looking for a dry step through a river a few miles. I look in the midst of eating my lunch to see 20 butterflies in my socks and shoes. They must like my salt.
I have at least 5 more miles for the day, maybe 10, and I am tired. Two people with tents near mine last night were snoring. I understand. Congids also need to sleep, but do you have to come to light of light? In the case of shelters, the answer is a resonant yes.
Day 2
The Bob had no incidents except for excessive heat. It was in the 80s low and during most of the day, the path rolled through burns areas. With little or no shadow, I thought I would try to use my solar umbrella for its planned purpose. For the most part it worked very well. It was still hot, but under my shading device created to himself, he took his bite in direct sunlight. Towards the end of the day, I still found myself overheating and needing a break after brief hiking episodes. Finally, I arrived at 23 miles to a ranger station next to a river where I quickly took away my backpack, I sat on the river and leaned back to the immersion. It is worth having to wear cold and wet underwear the next morning.
Rain
I listen to thunder up in the distance. Actually, it is difficult to know in the mountains. It echoes and bounces. «Is it close?» I wonder. The noise of the sky definitely made my speed recover, but when the rain begins to fall, the speed decreased. Humidity is my luck in life. The covered path soaks me on both sides. There is no need to rush now. Flash is in the camp when I arrive and I quickly configured my store. We walk through the river a way of cooking. Sitting on the ground in the rain. What am I doing here?
After putting the food in my mouth and grabbing water from the river, I look at flash, «I’m ready to be dry,» I proclaim. I hit my food bag to a tree and go to my store. Dry clothes feel incredible and my perspective slowly changes from peace frustration. Rain jet drops in my shelter and I feel comfortable. I put wet clothes this morning, I can do it again tomorrow, but for now, rest with the nature sound machine, a river nearby. Selah.
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