My camp was very damp in the morning. I’m not sure if it rained overnight but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before it rained. As I set off on the muddy track I didn’t see Thermometers footprints. He must be behind me.
The trail climbed. Light snow started falling. The day had all the promise of being cold, wet and miserable. Up ahead, in the distance I could see and hear an early morning thunderstorm.
I met a day hiker. I asked if he had seen any other hikers heading my direction. None. I met three quad bike riders. They were lost. Looking for the nearest road. I pointed them in the right direction but they later returned. Still lost. They didn’t stop to ask directions this time.
Rain threatened all day. The hiking had occasional good views but a lot of the time was spent hike through a tunnel of green forest. Towards the late afternoon the temperature dropped quickly. Grey clouds started to descend below the mountains. Bad weather was on the way.
I looked at my maps for a sheltered site to camp. Not up high, not on an exposed ridgeline. A cabin was listed on my map. I headed there.
The cabin was run by a local snowmobile club. It appeared open for public use. It was now almost 7pm and temps were below freezing. I lit a fire and within a couple of minutes I was warm. What a great feeling, being warm.
For the next 1.5 hours I cooked dinner, stocked the fire, made my bed on a wooden platform, hung my food and backpack in case there were mice and wrote this blog post. I’m in bed before it’s even dark. I’m so grateful for this cabin.