Mile 38.8, in a meadow at 5200 feet
It's wet and cold in the desert, who knew? I'm writing this entry from snug in my sleeping bag, which I entered at six to escape the frigid clouds blowing in.. now we're in one!
It began at lake Morena last night, when I flung myself from my tent at three am to re-pound my tent stakes as the rain blew sideways into my tent. Needless to say it was not a restful night. Everyone looked a little haggard in camp this morning--the only ones safe from the carnage of last night were those with regular tents, not the ultralight setup like I have. Sigh, sacrifices must be made I suppose.
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| Wild Sweet peas :) so pretty. |
I spent most of today trying to keep moving and stay warm and dry my stuff out, but it was still beautiful, with the hills coming in and out of the mist. We leapfrogged around with a handful of other hikers, including spirit, love line, and sheriff woody. A boy scout troop was in our planned campsite, but we found a lovely meadow a mile later with a springfed trough. Hopefully I get a bit more sleep tonight, even with all this wind.
Sorry your night last night was so restless, that tent on the left looks awfully delicate, I have trouble imagining it holding up! Is that one yours?
ReplyDeleteOh, I had a question, how do you guys handle water? Are there a lot of fresh water sources along the way? Cause it would probably be hard to carry more than a gallon along with you I would guess.
Thanks for keeping me updated! I am just in love with your hike. I could never do a thru-hike like you but I sure want to do part of it someday.