I woke to the sound of soft raindrops on my tent, or so I thought at the time. I opened my eyes and unwrapped myself from my warm sleeping bag. I opened my tent vestibule to witness a sea of white. It was snowing and it looked like it had been snowing for a while. It wasn’t totally unexpected. The weather forecast had predicted it.
I went about my normal breakfast routine before deciding I was in no rush to head off and become uncomfortably cold and wet. Like hitting the snooze button I wrapped myself back in my sleeping bag and dozed off.
Lucky and Rampage were similarly not in a rush to expose themselves to the elements. It continued snowing until around 11am. That’s when we made a move out of our warm sleeping bags and into the six inches of snow covered ground.
Cold feet, cold hands and a cold body greeted us for most of the day. The snow or rain didn’t return but the day stayed cold.
One thing about hiking in the cold and snow. I needed to move fast to stay warm by generating body heat. I also didn’t need to drink much water in comparison to a normal day. I think I drank less than one litre in the 18 miles today. Despite the snow there were no rivers, springs or lakes near the trail. A trail Angel has left water for hikers, thank you.
Camp was in a bare patch surrounded by snow. My sleeping bag is still a little danp from the wet snow. We all suffered the same thing. It sometimes happens when camping in cold snowy weather that the sleeping bag gets damp. I aired it out as best I could before getting inside. It lifted up nicely and was warm again. Although it seemed like it would be a cold night.