Day 117: Hot
Start: 1464.55 Butcherknife Creek
End: 1482.18 Squaw Valley Creek
Where in the world is the water coming from? The only snowpack left in the region is on Shasta. My best guess, seeing as how many springs I’ve seen in the last couple hundred miles, is that all the water I have been seeing is spring fed.
Today was hot. 95-100 degrees or so. The longest water carry was 10 miles and my three liters ran out at 7-8 miles. 2.5 miles per liter is not very far. The terrain was hilly, but not difficult. I found myself stopping and resting in a stupor way more often than usual. When I reached the creek after the 10 mile stretch, there were 8 or so hikers lounging around in the “swamp cooled” air. If you were within 5 feet of the creek I would estimate the temperature was 20-25 degrees cooler.
I stopped only long enough to resupply my H2O and wet my hat and made it to Squaw Valley Creek which had an amazing swimming hole with freshwater craw dads, garter snakes, and the first honey bees I have seen in weeks. They really liked my shirt. No really, they really really liked my shirt. Oddly, there weren’t any yellow jackets there. It’d be really nice to be exiting the yellow jacket bloom.
Late in the middle of the night a vehicle (truck?) with a huge engine peeled out about 30 yards from me. I wondered if the other three hikers were in its path. In the morning I found that the dirt and rocks from peeling out flew straight at me, I must have been just far enough away to not get a dirt bath. Other hikers are fine.