CDT Joy: The Llama Alternate

Day 20: 5.2 miles.

The highlight: leaving Lincoln. Storm salvation on an exposed crest.

I woke up around 6 in the morning and I had some time to kill before the place where I planned to go to breakfast at 7 am. I was able to connect to the Wi -Fi bars and downloaded maps and planned the potential mileage for the next few days.

In Lambkins I asked for the French toast of cinnamon and coffee and talked with other hikers. It began to rain on the way back to the Wheel Inn tavern where my store was, so I hid under the tavern awning to wait for the storm and pack my store and backpack and a break in the rain. I screamed to blink near that I was going to try a hitch and not 5 steps later, it began to pour and thunder. So I waited under the awning again for an hour until the rain stopped again.

I went to the end of the city, where it would be more obvious that I was looking to leave the city and return to the passage. VI 2 hikers on the street and greeted. At that time, a kind stranger offered a return trip to the beginning of the path and the three jumped. I was raining on the way back to the road, but the prognosis showed that it would stop early in the afternoon so that I could dry before bedtime. I returned to the road a little after 12 o’clock.

Approximately an hour to walk, the two girls with whom I received a transport service came in my way and made me know that they decided to rescue the city back and try again tomorrow. I still felt good with my pants and rain gloves, but I was also tempted to be out of this cold rain. On the exposed crest, the bursts of wind and rain were becoming increasingly intense. Two hours to walk for the day and now I could begin to feel that my hands and feet are numb. The rain had not yielded a small amount and when the rain changed to receive and began to throw myself aside in the wind, I knew I needed to look for the first shelter I could find.

I saw some trees ahead and what seemed like a space that someone had launched a tent. I was on a slope, but it protected a little from the wind. I decided to put the store to escape from the cold rain, heat myself in my sleeping bag and walk again after the rain stopped forever.

Well … the rain never stopped. He continued from time to time until 4 in the morning the next day. After 3 hours of store time, I knew I was at the camp during the night. I was frustrated because now I had to sleep in a terrible and humid cold camp instead of simply staying in the city and having a bed at night.

I was also challenged for my store location. The wind burst hit one of the stakes of the wet floor shop and I had to go out in the rain to fix it. Then, the girls line of a corner of the store loosen and the corner of the store was hitting me on my face. Then, when the toughest water rained, he managed to pass through the insect network and had a puddle in my store, so I used my fan as a sponge to eliminate all the water and adjusted my internal bathtub to solve the problem. Finally, once I fell asleep, the pad surfed to the descending slope of the store and my bag was soaked in water from the insect network that dressed in the suctionaver.

I wanted to cry or scream or both, but all I did was moan and enter into a problem solving mode to solve the situation in which it was. I have faced many of these things before on past walks, but I have never been challenged with so many problems in a few hours. I told myself that tonight I would make me a better backpacker, and that some of the best lessons were learned in the difficult way, and that this was difficult.

Day 21: 24.3 Miles

Outstanding: well, picnic tables and garbage boats. Meat pass. Stemple pass.

After checking my phone every 1-2 hours, turn on my sleeping pad, finally began to listen to the birds and I knew it was in the morning. Ridgelina was still assigned with clouds, but the light began to leak and I went to bed in my sleeping bag planning my packaging so that I could minimize the amount of time we used wet clothes before walking to heat.

My shorts and socks were soaked and it was in the mid -30s F. I first took my pot of boiled food and water to drink and heat my nucleus. Then I put everything in my food bag. I put my bag of songs and electronics bags in your sack of things and moved my package to be ready to load. Then, the air mattress was deflated, my sleeping bag was stuck in his sack of things, and my dry pants and socks were removed and placed in his bag. I was sleeping in my hiking and fleece shirt, but I put on wet shorts, then my second pair of dry socks, a bag of products and my humid socks creating a waterproof layer to keep my feet a little warmer.

My feet entered my shoes and in less than 5 minutes everything was full in my bag with the sparkled store on top and I was walking.

My plan was to get to Fleshers Pass in 8.8 miles and evaluate whether I needed to return to the city. My sleeping bag was very wet by the poor location of the tent and settled yesterday on the crest and if my body could not heat while walking with wet clothes, I knew it would be the intelligent movement to get hooked again to Lincoln to dry everything.

Just before the pass, the clouds changed with a blue sky and the first Reys in the sun hit my skin. I had cell service and verified that the rain passed and that the sun was in the forecast in the afternoon. At the beginning of the path I ate snacks on a picnic table and hung my whole wet equipment outside my package to start drying.

He planned to continue another 11 miles for Stemple Pass and knew that if the sun did not come out as planned, it could also go to a city from the crossing of that path if necessary. At 2:30 I found a meadow in full sun and put my entire team as a sale of hiker garbage. I let everything dry for 30 minutes while mating and made some stretching.

Drying my team in the sun

After the pass, I took Marsh Creek Road as an alternative and ended my day for Marsh Trailhead. This place was excellent and had a tenty protected nearby, a box of bears to store my food during the night, and the magic of the paths of a fuel can so that another dinner could boil instead of cold soaking. I had a lot of energy to make my camp and dinner tasks, then I went to bed early to compensate for the lack of sleep last night.

Day 22: 25.3 Miles

The highlight: call alternate, watching cattle.

Today I woke up with the sounds of the cows outside my store. I let myself enjoy the heat of the sleeping bag for 20 minutes before starting to pack and prepare for the day. I left around 6:45 am to start walking on a dirt road and towards a flame farm in a CDT alternative.

Just before the flame farm I heard the sound of many cows that became stronger and when I folded the corner I could see more than 50 cows walking along the dirt road to me. I have an irrational fear of cows (more people die every year for cows than by sharks you know) and this was going to be a fear tester. There were some jeans and jeans on horseback and one came to me and I stood aside near the grass to which the cows were directed. It was very great to witness.

Seeing cattle of cattle

I arrived at the Farm Flame at 9 am and enjoyed seeing the animals, chatting with bicycle packers who stayed the night (and they did not start there until after 9 am) and talked with the owners. I enjoyed a Dr. Pepper and continued driven with caffeine and kindness.

The Dirt Road walk today was a pleasant change of the entire unique track so far. I had a cellular service to make a phone call while walking, something that I rarely made on the road, and enjoyed the heat of the sun.

About 6 miles later I turned on another road that climbed for several miles before re -joining the official CDT red line. I made sure of camel and filter water here, since the next section was very dry.

In the afternoon I found myself using Farout frequently, since there were many road crosses and, as usual, in the CDT, the obvious path is not always the right path. At a cross, if it weren’t for the Cairns warning my attention, I would definitely have had some additional miles today. The path was bushwhacking land and climbing on numerous fallen trees without signs of a path or path. I looked at the comments and confirmed that this was the path.

In the afternoon my feet got tired. I obtained a hot point on the ball of my left foot, so I took some breaks to see it and give a massage. After starting again, I walked again, I had the hiker deck and took several steps to walk again again.

I finished the day around 6 pm near a water source of the bathtub outside the path and camped in a fire ring a little along the way. I couldn’t believe the miles when I did the calculations … more than 25 for the day … It is not surprising that my feet hurt!

At dinner I ate couscous with oil, pistachios, chicken and Parmesan cheese, then brushed my teeth and hung my food bag. Back in the store, I informed my sleeping pad, I became sleep clothes and relaxed a little before I went to sleep.

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