Mile 14321.1-1458.0 (25.9)
I slept in late, feeling sleepy and slow even as the sun heated up my tent. I thought the heat would motivate me but it had the opposite effect.
Only two miles down the trail I looked up to see a huge hairy brown butt running from me. A bear! It crashed through the woods until it felt safe. I talked to it as I walked pass, assuring it I was moving through and apologizing for the disturbance. I did not feel scared, I only felt wonder.
The trail was overgrown here and there all morning. This section, like many in the last few days, needs a haircut.
I drank lots of water and stopped at most water sources to fill up. The springs and creeks are flowing well at this point in the season. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with a drought. It’s good enough reason to embrace all the snow.
At midday, there were half a dozen southbounders in ones and twos who passed me. Some thru hikers who flipped, some doing smaller sections. Then, back to solitude.
The afternoon was beautiful. The trail followed a ridge loosely, meandering back and forth and up and down. On one side was Mt. Shasta. Low green hills all around. And a breeze! A gentle wind takes the edge off a hot day like nothing else. Almost as good as a swimming hole.
I camped next to a dirt road that I’m hoping no one drives up at night. It’s still hot but will cool down as darkness sets. I just heard that Pat got to Oregon safely with our trailer full of stuff. Tonight I’m going to dream about cold rivers, piney trail, and town food.