Bushcamp (1304.6) to (1331.9)
It’s 1.40am and I’m woken by a call just outside my tent. Who whoooo whoooo. An owl must be perched right above my tent. Being woken by an owl is a privilege not an annoyance besides the rain had stopped.
When I woke at 5.30am and commenced hiking shortly afterwards I had the pleasure of sampling the finest of mornings. The overnight rain bought freshness to the air. Crisp and clean. As the sun started to penetrate the ground it caused steam to rise. The resultant mist resembled a movie set. Like when a dinosaur might appear from nowhere and devour an unsuspecting human. But it was only a heard of cows that appeared.
I filled my water bottles at cold springs. There was a scout group packing up their camp. They were interested in my trip. I was humbled to meet one of the leaders who reads my blog. I’m amazed that anybody reads it. Good luck with your PCT hike in a couple of years.
I continue hiking for several more hours. The temperature is getting colder not hotter as the day progresses. On an exposed ridge I found 2 hikers, Hollywood and Cheeseburger. Phone reception. Finally I was able to order a new camera and trekking poles. While on my phone the clouds rise from the valley below and smother the view. When I finally recommence hiking I’m walking on a trail that had recently been a river. I must have missed the heavy rain by less than a mile. Every gulley is flowing with fast brown water. I didn’t even get wet!
Late afternoon I reached the halfway point of the trail. Tastefully decorated with blow up animals, I believe they are a recent addition. It’s rather difficult to believe that with all the hiking, pain, suffering that I’m only half way. 85 days to make it half way.