Blood, Sweat and Tears

By the time I woke up this morning I had slept longer than I probably have since I started hiking in April. We have a 20 mile downhill stretch that we will try to get as much done as possible today. Hopefully most of it will be snowless.

(Later that day) Well, my hope was kind of met. Sadly, with no snow there were many river crossings that took it’s place. My pack got wet on a few but everything inside stayed dry.

I apparently have a problem figuring out how to keep my temperature in check. I am either way too cold in the morning or I wait too long to take my rain gear off and so I turn into a wrestler on their way to a meet who needs to drop a weight class by running around in a sweat suit.

The moment I thought to myself I do not have to worry about dying or slipping on the snow, I fell and scraped my leg…. Blood can now be added to the sweat and tears that are being left on the trail.

We saw a bear today! AH saw it first naturally considering he is perpetually in front of me and when I got closer he looked like a complete goon standing with his hands up doing some weird dance moves until I realized what he was doing. I’m pretty sure the black bear ran away, not because it was scared, but because he didn’t want anything to do with the crazy person invading his space.

We camped out of the snow but it still ended up being extremely cold. I gave up trying to dry out my boots considering they will just get wet again tomorrow. I accidentally warped one of my insoles on the edge when I was trying to dry it out…. Luckily I caught it in time to where I can still wear it without too much discomfort.