It was a slow start to the morning. Many days of early starts had worn is down. We set off down the trout river in what we thought would be an easy trail. Unfortunately the trout river was a raging torrent of uncrossable fury.
Instead of crossing the river we stayed up high to scramble round a cliff. That worked. But soon after we sighted an even bigger cliff, we needed to be in the other side. We tried crossing, it was awefully difficult and dangerous. Spontaneous made it across, but he had his feet swept from under him, only luck got him across. I tried but failed. I deemed it too dangerous. I hiked back upstream and found a log to cross. I then had to rockclimb up a cliff.
Reunited we set off downstream. We crossed the river again several times until we exited the mountains into the ranch country. It started to rain. Drizzle at first then steady rain. When we hit the main highway we got lots of stares. I could lip read some of the comments from the drivers. Some swear words are easy to lip read. They all looked so comfortable and dry in their air conditioned cars and RVs.
It was a bit over 13 miles of road walking to the town of Creede. We checked into a hotel and cleaned ourselves up. At dinner we were joined by Muley and Easyrider. They both bailed on the route earlier than us. The stories of their escape and their near misses with disaster had me thankful that we also got off the mountains.
We had our last meal together. Tomorrow Spontaneous leaves. I will be alone. Hiking alone. Over dinner we discuss my plans, I’m undecided. Do I hike back to the mountains from whence I came or do I head out of town north on the alternative route.