I woke without my alarm at 6:30am and had a lie in. It was cold and I didn’t want to get up – I’m pretty sure that Washington nights aren’t going to get any warmer – but luckily no condensation.
I walked for the first three hours with my down jacket on. The first 10 miles was really pleasant, downhill and flat. But smokey. A lot smokier than I was expecting. I got to a creek and had my lunch. 11am. Still loads of time. Cardboard came along just as I was packing up.
Of course it’s important to maintain your looks on the trail and I think I can safely say that I have maintained looking ridiculous. But when your ears are cold you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do ya know. Someone in East London will think I look cool…
There was a 2000ft climb in the afternoon, only broken up by getting water from a clear, cold spring. The climb wasn’t that bad though, nice and gentle and not too hot. And every corner turned was just a beautiful sight even if the views were smokey.
A grouse shot out the bushes about 2ft away from me and nearly gave me heart failure. Never mind bears, it’s the Grouse you need to watch out for.
I got to Dewey lake around 6pm after a 23 mile day. I found that there were loads of people about (the only thing that makes me realise it is actually the weekend) and they had taken up all the camp areas. I asked if I could share a spot with someone and I was told that their dog wouldn’t like it. Their dog wouldn’t like it?!? There was nothing to stop me camping there, but I asked first out of politeness – I was too stunned when they said no to formulate a reply!
I found an area which wasn’t wonderful but at least it was almost flat. Cardboard and Courage came along and camped with me. Friends!
The Camp Robbers bothered us for a bit, this one is trying to eat Cardboards trekking poles, but they soon realised that thru hikers don’t waste their food and they flew off, hopefully to peck that dog.