It
ended up being an eventful evening. First came the thunderstorm and
heavy rains. Then the gang came over to our cabin to drink beer and
smoke. At around 9:30, the Pie Lady stormed over and yelled at us for
being loud and disrespectful to her neighbors. We probably were loud,
but she could have at least given us a warning first.
Someone
ended up puking outside, and everyone pretty much left after that.
Smittee crashed on the floor. Up the next morning for 7:30 breakfast.
The Pie Lady was all frazzled with the number of people waiting and the
“mess” in her kitchen. She yelled at us about “how many extra people did
we have sleeping in the cabin who were coming to breakfast?” Oy vey.
Breakfast
was OK -- eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, pancakes (some still gooey with
batter), coffee, and orange juice. Had to go buy stamps at the post
office to get cash back. Money has been disappearing rapidly up north.
The
Pie Lady drove us to the trailhead at 9:30. Sign there said, “You are
about to enter the 100-mile wilderness. Do not underestimate the
difficulty of this section.” Yikes. Took a spill early on that resulted
in the fingers of my left hand (especially the middle one) being bent
back. Ouch. Swollen and pretty much useless.
The
“wilderness” isn’t very different from the trail as of late. Had lunch
next to a great waterfall. Then watched a female moose grazing beside a
pond. Think I got a few good shots. Stopped one mile short of the
shelter on an old logging road with lots of flat spots for tenting. Food
rationing seems to be going OK. Crisp and cold air. Seven more hiking
days left?
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