Siphon Lake – 1599
It was nearly a mile back to the trail. I’m glad I walked all that way to the lake though. I’m not going to drink cow water out of puddles.
All day I heard cowbells clanging in the valley below. No people though. Where did all the hikers go? Has the fire chased everyone away?
Late afternoon Mt. Shasta was hazy again. I fell on my ass in a stream when I was trying to fill the water bag. It’s a shame no one was there to see because it was funny. Anyway, didn’t hurt and no one saw.
I didn’t think I’d have any luck catching a ride into Etna after dark. I found a spot just before the highway. It felt like it would be a chilly night. I hoped that patch I put on my mat would hold up.