May 20
I started my day with fried mush, hot off the griddle and covered with syrup. Add some thick sliced bacon, some fresh strawberries and orange slices and it was a complete hikers treat.
The pack is stuffed with 5 days of food, stove fuel, and some fresh fruit. We are in the car and headed down the twisted back country roads that will take me back to "Mom's Place," a little country store where I stepped off the trail on Saturday. It the closest thing to an old time store you could find, complete with a collection of various chairs gathered in a rough circle where locals smoke, chew, and pass the time of day.
Randy came through and got me there in good time. I can't begin to express my gratitude for all he did to help me recover. After a warm goodbye with Randy, and a good morning greeting at Mom's, I was back on the trail again, picking up where I had left off.
The days hike was all uphill. That suited my ankles, but added to the challenge. I'm now wearing two ankle braces, one of them heavy duty. They seem to help. The thunderstorms never developed today as forecasted. No complaints here about that. I have finished my day still short of the 300 mile mark, but in a great place to roll out some miles tomorrow. My one concern is the trail ahead is marked rocky and strenuous. It is hard to judge the time I will need to move through that area.
It feels good to be moving north. There is still a good chance of thunderstorms all week, but that is what happens in the spring up in the mountains.
I am sharing the campsite with several young hikers who are struggling to build a fire and enjoy singing folk songs in harmony. What a great sound to drift off to sleep with. Goodnight everyone.
I started my day with fried mush, hot off the griddle and covered with syrup. Add some thick sliced bacon, some fresh strawberries and orange slices and it was a complete hikers treat.
The pack is stuffed with 5 days of food, stove fuel, and some fresh fruit. We are in the car and headed down the twisted back country roads that will take me back to "Mom's Place," a little country store where I stepped off the trail on Saturday. It the closest thing to an old time store you could find, complete with a collection of various chairs gathered in a rough circle where locals smoke, chew, and pass the time of day.
Randy came through and got me there in good time. I can't begin to express my gratitude for all he did to help me recover. After a warm goodbye with Randy, and a good morning greeting at Mom's, I was back on the trail again, picking up where I had left off.
The days hike was all uphill. That suited my ankles, but added to the challenge. I'm now wearing two ankle braces, one of them heavy duty. They seem to help. The thunderstorms never developed today as forecasted. No complaints here about that. I have finished my day still short of the 300 mile mark, but in a great place to roll out some miles tomorrow. My one concern is the trail ahead is marked rocky and strenuous. It is hard to judge the time I will need to move through that area.
It feels good to be moving north. There is still a good chance of thunderstorms all week, but that is what happens in the spring up in the mountains.
I am sharing the campsite with several young hikers who are struggling to build a fire and enjoy singing folk songs in harmony. What a great sound to drift off to sleep with. Goodnight everyone.
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