32 Craisins added to my oatmeal in Lenseome Dove Hut $ 39.56

4.30 am is early. It doesn’t matter what country you are in, this is the crack of dawn (or mainly before the crack). I packed efficiently and was ready to get to the road between ten and five. There was enough light to see that no new paths had been installed during the night, so it was going to be a little work for relatives.

The relatives

From the beginning of the climb where you knew you were for a good one. EMPINED LAND, the occasional rock to navigate, and an irrepressible slope that seemed to go up.

Sun light began to sneak through trees after an hour or so. I gave cashnut constant updates on our current speed as Garmin informed me, and we quickly realized that we would have to recover some time in the descent, since the climb was slow even with the charm of the free oatmeal.

We continue to grind the slope pronounced, fed by the mere possibility of some free calories. Surprisingly, we did not see anyone else in the climb, I wonder if other hikers had received the note of the breakfast remains.

Finally we broke the tree line and were treated with excellent views. However, obviously there was no time to give Dally, and after a fast or three photo, we pushed at the top of this mountain range.

We spent another camp around 6.30 in the morning, which I used as an additional impulse to convince Chestnut and myself that we had to continue moving at speed, I mean that these campers could have risen at a much more leisurely time and go to our oatmeal.

When we start our descent into the lake and the cabin, with whom we should find, but Will Rogers and his group. This may have caused me a slight distraction, since I took a great fall on a particularly large rock. The deity that takes care of the fools in stupid missions was particularly friendly to me, since I managed not only to avoid hurting me seriously, but I recovered as Keanu in the matrix and continued as if nothing had happened at all.

We wish Will and his friends well and lit by the mountain, we were so close that we could almost savor the cold oatmeal and hardened in our mouths.

Would there be oatmeal?

It is the first cabin. We have no idea whether left breakfast is real, or a product of the imagination of several commentators in Farout. We are late. It’s 8.30 am we see the cabin. With all the decorum that we can gather, we slow down our speed and climb the stairs. We enter the common room. A Croo member (I know, but it is what they call themselves) look up. ‘Can I help you in something?’

I tarta in the words. Well, we hear that there may be breakfast leftovers in hikers. She saw. She takes the biggest bowl that I have seen, pushes it at the counter and tells us to have it.

Try to imagine the euphoria that increases through your body by successfully completing the Oatmeal operation. I enlarged my first of three bowls full of cold grain and Gluggy and start putting it in my mouth as fast as the arm muscles allow.

When I finish bowl two, since I didn’t even make a dent in the kilograms of oatmeal that still feels at the counter, Will Rogers craws. He works his 76 -year magic in the Croo member, and suddenly there are brunette sugar, drops of chocolate and craisins next to the Oatmeal giant bowl. Ah, have the charm of that 76 -year -old man.

As a vulture waiting for the lions to leave death, I hope patiently for Will and his friends to do their bowls. As soon as they slide, I go through bowl three, throwing as many condiments as I can above my bowl.

With my belly now to explode, I feel and take the cabin. It turns out that it is an architectural delight, and I spend the next minutes digesting and enjoying the old building.

Lonely lake

After an hour of relaxed belly syndrome, we decided that it is time to move forward with the PDF plan and go to the next camp. To a short walk from the cabin, we arrive at the lake, the cabin owes its name.

It is an impressive alpine lake, and many night hikers enjoy the lake wandering or kayak on it.

We continue along the path at a significantly slower pace than the morning, and we reflect on how fun and how crazy the last hours had been.

We descended for a couple more hours of the Kinsmans and when we approached the thunder of the road he rumbled sinisterly above. We quickly put jackets and the flood began. We were very lucky to put ourselves near the interstatal and we could hide in an underground step when the rain became torrential.

Lincoln failed envezment

After about 30 minutes, the storm passed and we went to the road next to the interstatal where we needed to hook ourselves to the city for refueling. Encouraged by our success in the first cabin, we plan to turn on the refueling and supplement with the oat operation as often as it was realistic and possible.

We stayed next to the road for about 30 minutes and we hardly saw traffic. I think this was due to the fact that the interstate was so close to this minor road. There was a visitors center near for a small local walk to a ravine, so we headed to see if the center had the number of a transport driver.

While asking about that, Chestnut filed a conversation with another hiker outside. I joined them and I was pleased to discover that the hiker headed to the city to stay in a shelter and had a walk. She had the kindness of calling the driver and asking him if there was room for two drowned men and the answer was affirmative.

Replenish

We arrived in the city and after a rapid stop in a attire in the price helicopter. The now roasted chicken standard was acquired, the bread bar and half a gallon of chocolate milk, as well as enough food for the next four days through whites.

One would think there may be a problem to eat a whole chicken after three pourers of oatmeal a few hours before. It is nothing to worry about. Chicken, bread and milk demolished, we headed to the road to get back to the path.

After five minutes, a kind man stopped and took us back to the beginning of the path. Then we climb to the Liberty Springs camp, completing the first day of the PDF plan at 6.30 pm

Tents platforms

Whites are a very protected area (so much that they are not allowed to make the paths passable), and part of this protection extends to the tents that need to be on platforms. Having established my tent too many of these gadgets in the past, I was sure that in a modern and rich country the platforms would be well prepared for trekking tents with many connection points.

Not so much. At all. It seems that, although the carpenters were allowed to build the platforms, they were not asked to add any connection point to help the refuge. So a lot of rocks later prepared my store, and I was ready to conquer me.

We chat with the caregiver and some other hikers for a while, and then we realize that no more food was required for the day, he went up to the store and fell asleep at 8:30 pm

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