On the river and through the forest

117-19 miles today from the Pierce Pond refuge to the Bald Mountain Brook shelter, 3200 feet above, 3100 feet below, 2062 on the mile score

Going Looney

Last night I was the only one in the shelter. The Loons screened their mysterious calls all night. They were quite noisy.

It was similar to whippowills in the forests to the south of here that they calm down all night with the alarm call of your car. However, Loon’s mysterious call was a quite magical serenade, although they were loud and woke me up several times.

Breakfast

The Sender of the Apalaches this morning continued along the waterfalls that were the exit of the Pierce pond. There was a caregiver here somewhere that had breakfast, so I decided to move on and have my breakfast this morning before heading towards a ferry. There are many of us here we head towards the ferry, so I suspect that it will take some time to cross the river this morning.

The 12 -pancake breakfast with berries and fruits inside, in addition to some eggs and sausages and warm coffee, was excellent. There were about 8 of us enjoying food. The shelter looked like an ancient and great place to stay especially in winter. He had a great view of some of the waterfalls and the stream.

Transmission time

It took me a little more than an hour to make the 3 mile walk to the river. It was number 5 in the row for the crossing of the river at 830 am

It didn’t take long to cross the river. At 9:45 he was on the other side of the river.

My goal was now to reach Shaws for tomorrow night about 35 miles away. But it was only 5,700 feet high and 5,700 feet below. The only unknown was the amount of boulder and roots and other obstacles that would slow me.

Hot here

The weather was going to be hot over the next few days with temperatures in the 90s. It was a hot day and I was sweating a lot.

The path reached Holly Brook. Then he took next to the stream with the melody to fall following the waters for a long time.

Then, the path rose 1200 feet in one mile to pleasant Pond Mountain. Before the climb, I took two liters of water because it was going to be 4.4 miles before the next water source above and on the mountain (or so I thought).

Oh what chopped

I hated carrying so much water for such a steep slope, but I knew I needed it. When I started the climb, they chopped a bee.

I did not expect such a steep climb. The technical parts also slowed me. Or maybe it was heat.

At the top of the mountain there were some excellent views. I stopped to eat my cold -soaked ramen. It was nice and salty, but I thought I needed salt and had enough water with me until the next grip.

Water problems

When I grabbed the water for the last time, I looked at the following viable water source that I thought was 4.4 miles away. It turned out that the next viable water source was probably more than 8 miles away.

Fortunately he carried two liters that weighed four and a half pounds. But I was using my water as if I had to travel 4.4 miles to the point that I realized that the next viable water was much further. At that time I only had half a liter.

When I got off the mountain, I realized that I needed water. So I raised the small remaining water that had gone.

There was a drought up here. All streams and most water sources were of dry or stagnant water.

In the past, I would be more concerned about too much water in the rivers and streams and have to wade a dangerous water crossing. But this year locating water and transporting sufficient water was critical, especially in this heat.

Magic of the path

The path continued surrounding the forest downhill. Water sources dried in Arroyo beds. The following viable water sources were the unpleasant swamp. I knew that a river was approaching soon, but that would add more miles to the miles that I already had to travel to reach the swamp water, but I thought a river would have a tasty water no more earns.

Then I got to the magic of the path. The coolers in forests near a felling road had cold drinks on ice and some snacks. I quickly went down some cold water. And he grabbed some snacks.

Water hunting

The following water sources were not great. The first was dark brown and did not smell well. The other was a river that looked and smelled little.

I have become very good to find good water. Some of the water sources that are spring had comments that they were dry and did not flow.

On the path, yes, the beds were dry and no flow could be seen. But when I went (generally) upstream, I could generally find a small puddle hidden by weeds.

Apparently, pushing the weeds, I could see a small flow of cold and clear water leaving the ground and to the puddle. However, the puddle has no way out, so it remains hidden. But I found many small water pockets like this during this dry section of the path. I informed all this in Farout.

I walked the last miles to the Bald Mountain Brook shelter. Store sites in the shelter area were used.

There were about 6 nobles, some sections hikers and some suns. No one was going to sleep in the shelter. So, a couple of us install our insect screens in the shelter and call it one night.

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