Bushcamp (1752.9) to Bushcamp (1775.9)
It rained overnight, or was it a dream. I slept so well I couldn’t be sure but my tent was wet. Whatever rain fell had disappeared, all I could see was blue sky then fog then blue sky again. I was on trail early.
The trail was mixed forests, fields and mountain ridges. The views from the mountain ridges were a bit sketchy. I stood on one lookout only to find out that it looked like it could crumble and I could fall into an unknown abyss. Grass and tree roots hiding the sheer drop. I payed much more attention to lookouts after that.
There were little in the way of other hikers on trail. I’m definitely hiking outside a bubble at the moment. I passed one hiker early, he passed me later, I passed him and so it went all day. Other than that there were maybe 2 day hikers and a trail runner.
It makes me happy to see that most of us hikers are all now hiking at a similar speed and distance each day. My mileage is similar today to what it was after the first week or two on trail. At that time I was passing hundreds of people, now not so many. Proof that if you stick at it the body will eventually get used to its new job of carrying the hiker for 15-25 miles per day every day.
As evening approached I settled on a slightly sloping campsite next to a stream. The tea coloured water tasted sweet and fresh. I gave myself a small sponge bath in the stream to wash off the layer of dirt and salt encrusted sweat. My dirty socks were also washed, I’ll hang them in my outside pocket tomorrow to dry.