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I got sick in the middle of the night. I was cowboy camping in the sand so no scramble to leave the tent. I just rolled over, barfed in the sand, thought Hey that’s weird, wonder why I’m sick. Then I went back to sleep. Just like a real cowboy. Maybe it was the Tylenol PM, or the bag of Reeces Pieces I scarfed before bed, or maybe that delicious cheeseburger. I feel fine now. Not really looking forward to the climb out of the canyon and I’m putting off starting. I was talking to the owner. Belden is named for Susie Belden, a California Native woman who married a prospector. People still gold mine out here. This strip of buildings used to be five miles long. They called it Longtown, very creative.
I guess my stomach isn’t settled yet. Stupid hill. Met a couple Sobos. Fast walkers.
There are metal reflectors nailed to the trees. I guess for finding the path when it’s snowy. Passing hikers have decorated the trail markers with profound and not-so profound messages.
I got to the top of the hill just in time for the last of the sunset. My tent went up fast and I climbed in. Asleep in no time.