East Hopkins Seep – Middle Fork Feather River (1229 – 1250)
It’s official. My exped mat has a slow leak. Counting back, I think I got it in that hut. Maybe a splinter from the wood floor. Stupid hut. And since I don’t have a bathtub handy, I guess I need to find a lake or something. Probably gonna have to get in the water. Ugh that sounds cold.
The light’s strange this morning. I can’t smell smoke. Weather? Fog?
The forest is empty. Haven’t see anyone but one small Asian woman wearing thick round glasses and hiking alone.
I walk through meadows of dry crackly toilet paper daisies. It’s very satisfying to stab the dry leaves with a hiking pole as you pass by. There’s a dusty herb with strong scent. Maybe Yerba buena.
I’m running low on candy. I’d like to manifest some candy today.
I ate a spam and cheese quesadilla for second lunch. I’m embarrassed about how much I enjoy spam. I’m starting to worry about food. And coffee. I hope there’s coffee at Bucks Lake. I don’t have time to hitch into Quincy. It looks like a cute town.
7 miles left! Let’s go!! Fuck I’m tired! All downhill!
I pull up to Feather River well after dark. It’s a nice established site with benches and a fire ring. I eat food before setting up my tent. There are daddy long leg spiders everywhere. A couple try to sneak inside my tent. I pick them up delicately by their legs and put them out.