JULY 12 TH
It was a great sunset last night and a great sunrise. I really didn’t want to get up as I was so comfy in my bag. I eventually pulled the stopper on my mattress.
And started the task of getting up . It was a beautiful morning. I made tea and ate 2 instant oats
Okay lets go. I quickly found the trail and pushed on heading down and straight into a bog. Really!!
I tried to keep my feet dry as long as I could but then gave up.
I was in bog land for at least 40 minutes, although not the same bog different ones. Arrrrrhhhh.
On the AT there would be duck boards, I moaned .
I was in the forest for a good 90 minutes before emerging into day light and a big dead area. I pushed on as it was beginning to warm up.. But I was still heading down . But it was time to do the blow downs dance and there were quite a few.
Eventually I climbed up and out of bog city and pushed on down the trail and through the next forest, but I was still heading down….I don’t like heading down for too long as it only means one thing… yes UP.
Then I met a group of people coming up the trail, i had to do a double take to realise that they were a trail crew with their saws and gear.
I chatted to them for 5 minutes before thanking them. These men & woman are the invisible hero’s who keep the trail clear, some are volunteers and they have walked several miles up trail carrying their gear. No chainsaws . Just manual.
I eventually came to water so filled up and took a break, It was about another’s 20 minutes to the trail head where their cars were parked.
The trail followed the service road and as I walked along there were dozens of butterflies taking a drink from the damp road.
I pushed on as it was good to walk on passing a couple with their dog and then walked straight past the trail junction. Doh .
But luckily not far, so turned around and I followed up the side of the hill . Bloody hell its getting hot my watch said 89 and it was still early.
The trail meandered through the woods before dropping down to the road. I had to follow this hot and dusty road. for several miles. It crossed the river by a large bridge and below was a man fishing
Any luck I called.
He shrugged his shoulders.
I crossed over the bridge then walked down to get water
I poured a bottle over my head as I was roasting , before filtering 2 bottles.
I pushed on through the park following the badges on the trees passing several large campsites until the trail took a sharp right and climbed up and over several hills.
I met several day hikers on their way back.