I woke somewhat refreshed. The fever was gone. And most of the fatigue had gone. I felt energised.
I only had a short couple of miles to hike. I made it to the trailhead quite easily. I think the worst is behind me, fatique wise.
I only had a short wait before a father, daughter, group picked me up and gave me a lift to Pinedale. I ate a Subway sandwich, checked into a hotel and rested.
I’m feeling better. The diarrhoea is still with me. I almost certainly have cryptosporidium. It’s a common waterbourne illness that hikers pick up. This trail is doing everything to make it tough for me. I’m still here. I’m still moving north. But it’s hard work.
Now there’s another problem to deal with. The wildfires just north of me that’s closed part of the trail. What an adventure. If I make it to Canada, and I’m very determined, one thing is for certain. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.