Monday September 4, 2017
Stealth camping @ Lick Creek 1627.7 27.4 miles
Total mileage 1627.7
I decided not to blog while Jim was here so I had more time to spend with him, but I will list the mileage per day.
Friday September 1, 2017
Slackpacking North from 1567.7 to 1554.5 13.2 miles Horrible weather day-rainy, cold and windy
Saturday September 2, 2017
Slackpacking South from 1567.7 to 1581 13.6 miles Bad weather-cold and wet
Sunday September 3, 2017
Slackpacking North from 1599.7 to 1581.3 18.4 miles Good weather-shoes and socks stayed dry.
I had to say goodbye to Jim this morning. It is never easy, but I walk away so thankful for the time we had together. I did feel sick, but not as sick as the day before knowing that our time together was coming to an end.
The times in the past when I was feeling sick was definitely anxiety. I was either nervous about the terrian or the fact that I was doing this alone or both.
I enjoy my time with Jim. He brings lots of food that he prepared and all kinds of supplies I might need. Thank you Paul and Debbie for the ribs! They are awesome. We spend most of our time together snuggled up in bed or…
I also had to help Jim make a repair to his truck. The tail pipe came loose and I had to crawl under the truck and use wire to tie it in place until he can get it fixed back home. This was a first for me, crawling under a truck, but I was glad to help.
Jim seems to be doing well after his rotator cuff surgery, but I think he is frustrated because it is a slow recovery process.
I start the hike with 2.5 liters of water. The water is starting to dry up on the trail and I am having to carry more. Water is heavy. I have a tough time this morning. My pack is uncomfortable with the extra water. As the day progresses and I drink more my pack starts to feel better.
I hear a gun shot. It was really loud and I wonder how close it was. Is it hunting season already? A little while later as I was walking through a dark Rhododendron tunnel I hear another gun shot that sounds like it is right next to me. 😨 I scream out “don’t shoot me!” as I walk out of the tunnel. I see two hunters with their backs to me looking up into the trees. As I approached them I ask if they got it whatever “it” was. One guy tells me he missed and that it was squirrel season. I asked what they are trying to kill it with because the gun blast was so loud? I though surely there would be nothing left to the squirrel of they hit it. They say the gun is just a 22. Well it sure sounded big. I have been in the woods so long and everything is so quiet I guess I was just super sensitive to the blast. I ask if it is safe to go by and they tell me that it is and will give me time to get out of the area. I don’t hear another gun shot for about a half hour and it sounds like it is far away.
I had debated doing a really long day today so I could tent where there was a water source and get to town tomorrow afternoon before the rain that is forecasted starts. Water is scarce and I feel OK so I hike until 7pm getting to a campsite with water. My feet pay a price for this. They are sore.
Today I am thankful for not running out of water although I did get a little dehydrated.