Mile 1611.6-1639.1 (27.5)
I woke in the night to a light rain dribbling on my tent. The sky was a blur of cloud, all bright stars extinguished.
The fog persisted into the morning. It spilled out over a nearby ridge and blotted out the sun. I slept in. It was cold.
When I started hiking, there was a brief period of sun. It energized me and I walked quickly up the ridge. The trail was rocky and little streams splashed everywhere.
On the other side of the ridge was a giant soup bowl of cold fog. If I had had an alternative, I wouldn’t have hiked down into it. I craved sun and warmth. But for the rest of the morning, I was socked in. I put on my thermal shirt and kept hiking. I passed through another stark burn area made even more dreary by the fog.
In the afternoon, the sky cleared but a single dark cloud seemed to follow me. I was in a bad mood. What I saw of the scenery around me was stunning. I had plenty of food and water. I had a town breakfast to look forward to tomorrow. But somehow, I was really unhappy. I couldn’t think of anything nice.
Late in the day, well into the long descent down to Seiad Valley, I spotted blackberries along the trail. Most were unripe but a few were dark and beckoning. They were so sweet and delicate. I ate them as I walked, always looking for the deepest color. I felt a little better.