5/6 I thought a bee landed on my face this morning, catapulting both Prana and I into the land of the awake. It may have only been a mosquito, but here we were. Today we would find out if our cache was in place. I’d gone back and forth, certain it would be untouched, certain …
5/5 Even though yesterday wasn’t as short as a true half day, the big break in the meadow and stopping an hour early was almost as rejuvenating. “Better shape up!” Prana shook me playfully, and in perfect musical style I rolled over and burst into: “Cause I need a man! And my heart is set …
5/4 It was frigid in the depths of Aspen Canyon- I hit the snooze three times before even entertaining the idea of getting out of the sleeping bag. My leg ached like it hadn’t since the beginning, keeping me awake for most of the night; I suppose due to yesterday’s pack weight and dehydration. Only …
5/3 It was humid and cold by the magical creek. A big pot of coffee jumpstarted the morning, then we drank as much water we could hold, which wasn’t much before getting ice cream headaches. We’d decided to wager on water in Burnt Canyon at 34 miles; if either of our walking mechanisms broke down, …
5/2 About 150 feet past our rocky make-do campsite, nooked in the last bend in the trail before the side hill, was a camp in a massive circle of pines: pine needle carpet, no rocks, and probably no scorpions. Haha - there is just never telling what waits up-trail. We climbed to and crossed the …
5/1 In the morning we dined on rehydrated shakshusa for breakfast, an homage to my aunt who introduced us to the dish, and the real impetus for the egg debacle. It turned out quite delicious. We rolled along some trail, some dirt road, crossed a busy trailhead where we met Fireman. “Is this your Triple …
4/30 I woke up early with coffee to try and post more blogs before leaving, such a tedious process at times. The sitting room’s massive skylight brightened as I worked, and in no time it was 9:00, and past time to go. I scoured for things left behind, filled water bottles, taped my feet, washed …
4/29 Yes. The room was still dark at almost 8:00. And whatever the foam mattresses are at this hostel are so, so comfortable. I went and ransacked the hiker boxes, and to my immense relief found the damn tweezers- I guess I actually used them twice, and left them in the bathroom, and someone must …
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4/28 The dogs were not set on us last night, a fortuitous conclusion. Despite the soggy forecast, there was the barest whisper of rain on the tent in the early morning, and then, nothing. We packed quickly and tried to time reslipping though the gate between cars. Only 5 miles to town! The highway carried …
4/27 We lingered in camp, because, why not? It was such a beautiful spot. My birthday/Christmas present of a home freeze dryer had led to all sorts of recipe experimentation for this trail. This morning was the first taste test of biscuits and gravy: I’d freeze-dried a smoked white bean and soysage gravy and used …
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