Bushcamp (1208.6) to LaPorte Rd Creek (1235.7)
I seem to sleep so much better on the trail. Being in towns with the distractions of food, beer, Internet and good company usually means late sleepless nights. General conversation with other hikers seem to indicate that I am not alone. Towns can be a trap. In future plan to spend much more time on trail than in towns.
Well rested I followed the trail in the early morning light. Over time Sierra Buttes, the high mountains near Sierra City faded into the distance. I mostly hiked alone. I’m unaware if the others even left town yesterday. Did they get another meal, then decide to stay another day, I don’t know. With no cell service I’m unlikely to know. All I can do is keep hiking, it’s all I know, I don’t have enough food to slow down and wait. Worse case scenario we have several places further down the trail we plan to meet up. Hope they catch up.
I linger on the trail. I took two long lunch breaks and a long dinner break in the hope that the others would catch up. I have now resigned myself to the fact that the group I have hiked with for over 500 miles will not catch up to me today, hopefully tomorrow. In the late afternoon I made camp near a small sealed highway. I set up my tent and wandered down the road for 5 minutes till I found water. You know those small stream that you see passing under highways? That was my drinking and bath water for tonight!
As the sun started to set I discovered multiple mosquitos in my tent. The zipper had broke leaving a wide gap for them to enter at their pleasure, and enter they did. Several of them shed blood on the tent walls. The blood being mine of course. I fixed the zipper, even if it’s only temporary. In the process of fixing the zipper I looked at the bright orange sky. The clouds and sunset were doing their thing. This reminded me why I am here. I love the natural world with all its diversity.