Day 17: the only thing that hurts after a big day is my heel/Achilles.
Start: 266.12 hwy 18
End: 285.57 little bear spring trail camp
Woke up, ate breakfast, Jessie (Ming Wa) dropped three of us off at trail and said farewell. She is a really nice woman and I hope she gets what she wants in life — basically the American Dream, a good man, a couple kids, and maybe one or two adopted kids too. I am so in love with the idea that there is still at least one woman out there who wants that.
She dropped three of us off:
Bicks (not sure on the spelling), who took off and I probably won’t see again. She does big miles every day.
Anne: slow and steady pace kind of hiker.
And me: I am really happy to be back on trail. After two days in “the vortex” (in town) I was itching to get back on trail.
It may not be civilized conversation, but on trail it is typically a topic guaranteed to come up five times a day — lets talk about poop:
THE (emergency) CALL OF NATURE!
I woke up and took advantage of the facilities to take a constitutional. I get to trail, feeling strong, feeling ready to go, put my pack on, cinch the hip belt… And my body immediately informs me I have other business to attend to. Damnit!
I pull off trail about half mile in, and I don’t understand this, but once I ‘know’ I am going to poop it is like my body sets a sixty second timer, and there is nothing I can do about it.
So I am taking my pack off and the timer ends… no No NO! No time to dig a cat hole, no time to get other Backcountry implements out, *barely* got my shorts off in time!
Oh crap… See what I did there?
Yeesh, I’d like to be able to exert a little more conscious control over this.
Dug a hole after the fact and used a stick to shovel the shit in.
Anyway, pretty uneventful hike today. Most of the day in the trees. Perfect cool temperatures for hiking. Stopped 9 miles in and cooked a yummy meal of rice and veggies. Hiked another 10 miles, finished an audio book, marveled at the beauty of some of the trees that may or may not be juvenile redwoods. (Like maybe only 300 years old).
Turbo and Trace passed me mid day. Caught up to them at the end of the day, and found Mia, Hugo, Squirrel!, and Robin (Clockwork) there. All good people.
Set camp, BSd for a little while, and now in bed. Kind of want to do 22 miles to hotsprings tomorrow, but that’d hurt like hell.
I dub this the “asshole plant”. Always scratching the fuck out of me.