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Day 58: Ninja mice, gangsta squirrels, and half a dozen doe eyed deer

Day 58: Ninja mice, gangsta squirrels, and half a dozen doe eyed deer

imageStart: 743.87 bush camp
End: 760.51 rock creek
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Looks like I got a burn on my left hand. All this extra UV at altitude I need to watch that.
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It turns out I am only 5 miles from the Whitney base camp. I intended to be 9 miles, but they won’t let us camp closer any more because we poop too much. So now I am in spitting distance and there is a gnarly hill starting right where I’m at. Already put in my 17 today, not up to tackling it. So I’ll be wasting tomorrow and a full ration of food on five measly miles. I think I’ll have to go a meal (and gorp) short so I can extend my window in the backcountry by half a day. That half day if I can come up with it will reduce a lot of stress and worry. Mom sent me eight days of food, I remember planning a seven day trip plus an extra day of food just in case… I am on my 15 miles a day schedule… Not sure why it isn’t working to plan, it is going to take 8 days not seven. (I am doing 2 miles more a day than I planned)
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Okay… The critters. I don’t know how they managed it, but they got into today’s gorp bag. I’m not even sure it was a mouse, could have been a chipmunk, but mid-day I found a hole in the bag. How? I was with my pack all day today. I had the food in my bear can over night… Except 10 minutes when I was setting camp. I’m thinking that was the window.
I was squatting doing my business and the squirrels were working together to try to gobsmack my food from me. I was five freaking feet from my pack and one was chittering and trying to get my attention while the other tried to ninja my food. MINE! To heck with bears, I need the bear can for more diminutive foes.
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I haven’t seen a single deer on trail until today. Now I’ve seen six. One was even chewing the cud twenty yards away. Just staring at me… I KNOW he was calling me ‘stupid!’ – deer do that. Chew the cud, and talk shit about you right in front of your face. Cocky bastards. (In college I was pointing a gun at one, gun misfired so I missed… Cocky bastard jumped, ran closer to me, stopped, chewed the cud, told me I’m stupid, and then _walked_ away. Damn single shot muzzle loaders!)
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P.S.
Oh my dog! I’m doing an 8 or 8.5 day trip with no resupply and that seems normal to me, even though the only time I’ve done it before was between Tehachapi and Kennedy Meadows, and that one doesn’t count because there was a full day of eating trail magic food in the middle.
Like dude! I can carry more than a weeks food and my house on my back!

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Charlie Hough
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