SHT DAY 6: Wet my feet

This morning I was still raining when I woke up. I stayed there for a while waiting for Peeter to go out. Finally, around 7 or less I began to pack my things and dress. My campmates were also doing their business. We had all expected the rain. Once I shook and a fast bar, I took off, first out of the camp at 8:30. Before leaving, two other ladies in the camp had discussed the camps with me and we all agreed to finish together in Hazel Campsite.

The morning began wet and gray but with great temperatures. I was alone in my shirt and pants and it was fine. However, I realized that it was going to be a wet day, with wet vegetation and, in turn, would get wet while passing. It was not long before my shoes and socks were quite soaked.

Without rain, without flowers!

Not long after leaving the camp, I arrived in a long section of the promenade. Now, I appreciate every seap walk here, but these older boards were wet by rain, and as my grandfather would say, «more elegant than mocose.» I had to be very careful not to slide, but I still cleaned it twice. Until now, I have noticed that the SHTA has done a really pleasant job with the maintenance of paths, but some traction such as chicken cable in these boards would be immensely useful, not to mention safer.

Fortunately, I did it safely on each seap walk today without incident. Cruzados fakers, I can do it safely over all, since I am sure there are many more in my future.

The path did theirs today, short and sinuous ups and downs through the forest. I arrived at a decent place of vision, but the views were tarnished by the layer of low clouds.

The upper lake is somewhere!

Around noon, I met the first people on the path today, three boys on their first backpack. We talked for a while, exchanging Intel, and they told me that their packages were too heavy. First Timers! Each trip is a lesson lesson, no matter how many times you leave. They still seemed to have fun, and they were pleasant to speak. I wished them luck in their future adventures.

A short time later, I crossed an important road called Arrowhead Trail. It was one of the roads that we took to drive to the extreme north. He had been hearing for hours, listening to what seemed like a good amount of traffic for a gravel road.

The short arrow tip path through the Northern Forest.

I stopped for lunch at a more camp at 1:30. I do not stop for a long time when I am alone, but I used the latrine before taking off again. The latrines here are literally just an open toilet seat on a hole in the ground. However, at least I don’t have to dig my own hole or get the TP.

Forest of bad mood!

After lunch I continued to the Carlson Pond area. The boys had told me that there was a deep waters cross here without a bridge. Somehow they managed to find rocks to jump, although they told me that they thought it was dangerous. When I got there I could see why. It seemed that perhaps a new prey of beales had been created, totally flooding where the path should go, and if he crossed there I would definitely be in it even at least my knees. I looked for some rocks, but to find rocks large enough to stay dry, I would need a bit of stopping a little. Nor did I want to do that, so I opted for the golden ricitos option: light bushwhack with deep ankle waters. Now my shoes and socks are fully soaked. However, I am not really worried about that. I have another pair of dry socks for tomorrow and I am sure that my path runners will dry while I use them throughout the day, as long as more rain is maintained.

I arrive at the camp in Hazel at 4:30 and I am the only one here. I am not really containing my breathing on the other women who arrive here tonight, the path threw us a lot today.

This fallen tree was not easy to cross, below or around.

At first, I created the camp with the idea of ​​making room for others and chose a hidden place. Then I did dinner, which tonight is the yellow curry of the mountain house. I’ve never had this, and Dang was good! 10/10 would eat again. No one else has appeared at 7:00, so I moved my store to a more ideal place in the middle of the camp that was most level.

12 miles in books today. In fact, I am surprised how difficult the miles are coming here. The land really does not allow a fast cruise, at least not when it is wet, what has been so far. Ah, yes, and if you wonder if there are still mosquitoes here in mid -September, yes, sure!

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