It
was a pretty good night. Ten of us and our smelly, wet gear filled the
shelter to capacity. Dave had to keep his legs curled up, since we only
had about 5 1/2 feet of space.
I guess at some point during the night his legs brushed against me, and I had one of my bug nightmares. All I remember is waking up Dave and saying, "Get the light! Get the light!" because I wanted to show him the giant blue bug. Of course, it wasn't there. Murph was up, too, and I was wondering how she got involved til she told me I had jumped on her. Oops.
Dave and I got up at 6:30, but he wasn't packed up and ready to go til 7:45. At home, he waits for me. Here in the woods, I'm always waiting for him. Kind of funny how the roles have been reversed.
Tough climb in the morning under extremely muggy conditions. I was absolutely dripping with sweat. Took a few breaks, then made it to the 12.7 mile shelter around 2. Word had it that the next shelter was going to be full, and that the forecast was for rain at night. It didn't take too much to convince me to stay.
This will throw off our schedule a bit, but I guess that's OK. I have extra food anyway. Saw a red eft on the trail today, a snail, and a garter snake. The locals had been warning us that the snakes had been driven to higher ground with all the water. Not true so far.
We have been hiking with Moose and Fiddlehead and Smiles from New Hampshire. They are really nice. Out of the eight of us in the shelter tonight, only one (Ebb) is not a New Englander. Go figure.
Oh, we found out that some of the tales about the water levels were exaggerated a bit. The suspension bridge wasn't under water, but people did have to take off their boots to get to the stairs. And the streams have been passable, though sometimes it is quite a challenge to maneuver the wet logs, slippery rocks, and raging water.
The mice started coming out before dark, which is never a good sign. They were quite active during the night. I could hear the pitter patter of their little feet on the wooden floor, even though I had my earplugs in and hat on. Kept my arms in my sleeping bag even though I was roasting.
Everything was damp -- even things that hadn't been exposed to the rain. Picked up Sue Grafton's O is for Outlaw. A luxury item, but worth it nonetheless.
I guess at some point during the night his legs brushed against me, and I had one of my bug nightmares. All I remember is waking up Dave and saying, "Get the light! Get the light!" because I wanted to show him the giant blue bug. Of course, it wasn't there. Murph was up, too, and I was wondering how she got involved til she told me I had jumped on her. Oops.
Dave and I got up at 6:30, but he wasn't packed up and ready to go til 7:45. At home, he waits for me. Here in the woods, I'm always waiting for him. Kind of funny how the roles have been reversed.
Tough climb in the morning under extremely muggy conditions. I was absolutely dripping with sweat. Took a few breaks, then made it to the 12.7 mile shelter around 2. Word had it that the next shelter was going to be full, and that the forecast was for rain at night. It didn't take too much to convince me to stay.
This will throw off our schedule a bit, but I guess that's OK. I have extra food anyway. Saw a red eft on the trail today, a snail, and a garter snake. The locals had been warning us that the snakes had been driven to higher ground with all the water. Not true so far.
We have been hiking with Moose and Fiddlehead and Smiles from New Hampshire. They are really nice. Out of the eight of us in the shelter tonight, only one (Ebb) is not a New Englander. Go figure.
Oh, we found out that some of the tales about the water levels were exaggerated a bit. The suspension bridge wasn't under water, but people did have to take off their boots to get to the stairs. And the streams have been passable, though sometimes it is quite a challenge to maneuver the wet logs, slippery rocks, and raging water.
The mice started coming out before dark, which is never a good sign. They were quite active during the night. I could hear the pitter patter of their little feet on the wooden floor, even though I had my earplugs in and hat on. Kept my arms in my sleeping bag even though I was roasting.
Everything was damp -- even things that hadn't been exposed to the rain. Picked up Sue Grafton's O is for Outlaw. A luxury item, but worth it nonetheless.
Ha! Ha! Ha! The big blue bug!
ReplyDeleteSo funny :)
Man - were we ever waterlogged...