Day 21: Hunting the perfect camp

Sunrise between creatures

Today I woke up with a herd of deer outside my store. At first I was a little worried because everything I could hear were heavy footsteps and snorted. I have not seen a single bear on this trip, but initially I thought I was about to have my first sighting. Once I sat down and made a little noise, I heard that the animal rushed, so I knew it wasn’t a bear. However, I did not expect the full scene when I left my store. The deer of all ages wandered, going in the morning. I felt bad to packing. The racket caused the herd to dispersed looking for a safer land.

It’s time to look for it

Once I packed, I arrived on the road ready for a great day. The first obstacle was Blackhawk Pass. The climb did not seem to be too big, but it was the first of many in the day. The path entered and left the trees that gave me views of the mountains of San Juan periodically. When I finally completed the climbing in Blackhawk Pass, I found another spectacular view. I was surprised by a bittersweet feeling at that time. This was my penultimate day along the way. This adventure would soon come to an end. I appreciated that even so close to the finish line, the CT was still throwing a rapid 102 mph ball. I will miss these opinions.

I descended to the valley below and made sure to load the water. There were about a 14 mile stretch today that would not be water. There were a couple of climbs between my goal and me, so I needed to make sure to drink enough to drink. After the descent to Scotch Creek Road, there were some soft inclinations in some really beautiful forest patches. I took a break under some pines while rolling some rain. It was a quiet moment that I tasted knowing that my trip was ending quickly.

Climbing time

I stood up and left again. My goal was the deer deer of Seasonal. It was the next water source before the final increase began seriously. The stream was in a camp, but for my disgust, it was basically a stagnant puddle. No flow meant no way to fill. However, I had a liter, so nothing was urgent. Without another option, I left in the curves that would take me to more than 2,200 feet. There were about five climbs that looked like shark teeth on my map. The jaws of the beasts were everything that was brought between my final camp.

The jaws of the beast

The first two climbs through forested peaks were pleasant enough. My environment was serene. The third summit had a beautiful meadow of wild flowers and open views. A family had established a camp there. Initially I was jealous of the configuration. Five tents spread around a meadow. Some were drawing, others cooked. One was lying and watching the clouds passing over. The scene was a work of art. A moment later, I remembered the lack of water, the last two climbs and my destination. I went ahead.

The two final summits were completely exposed and gave incredible views of the San Juan. The sun of the day was dying slowly, giving these imposing spikes an ethereal aspect that brought a feeling of calm to my tired legs. When I cried the final summit, my goal rounded in sight. Lake Taylor. A beautiful mountain scene that would host my last night in the desert. I quickly descended and made the shore.

The perfect site

After a day of 29 miles, I found an irregular patch of coast and claimed it as the camp of night 21. I quickly set my store and made dinner. I watched on the lake while the night became the night. The cold in the air was biting, but the stars were fascinating. I said good night to the lake, the deer that found its way to the shore and the Colorado path. When the sun was returning and the warmth of the morning, I would take my final steps of this long trip. I settled in my store. I received a pharmacy text message. A photo of him and quickly frozen in the south of the terminal. Tomorrow, I would take a photo in the same place as my new friends.

Pink, spine and sprout

Rose: The feeling of achievement in my second at the last day is stimulating. The reward of a camp in Taylor Lake is all I could ask.

Thorn: the bittersweet feeling of a final night in nature. I am ready to get home, but I will miss this wild place.

BUD: I am dreaming of the feeling I will have when you touch that terminal tomorrow.

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