Lakeside Serenade

Mum dropped us off at the trail head again and sent us on our way. This time was not as sad as the last time, probably because I was with people who genuinely liked being with me instead of someone that kind of just tolerated me. Lets be serious. We all know when that is the case.

After a couple of miles we took a break and met a guy named Bananas (kind of jealous but not really my trail name is bomb). At one of the few water sources a woman gave me vegan jerky! And I say few water sources because unlike popular belief Oregon does not have water gushing around everywhere. There are some pretty long carries. 

We stopped by a dammed lake and was serenaded by a guy and his guitar, and ended up camping on a gravel road which ended up being really uncomfortable. FP was not very happy about that. 

PS. My pack is the definition of perfection.