Here’s the coffee base. I mix it with the chai I got in Mt. Shasta. And brown sugar, which is heavy, but yummier and not as messy as white. I’m learning what’s really important on this trip.
What kind of animal digs up wasp nests? A skunk? A bear? Twice I came upon the the remains of dug-up underground paper nests. The hexagonal honeycombs shredded. Ants scavenged through the leftovers.
I went over a little pass and in the distance there was a shimmery alpine lake. It looked cold. I was trying to ignore the icy nip on the wind. But I was grateful for my new long sleeve shirt. The extra layer was crucial.
My favorite plant of the day was these tall purple stalks gone to seed. They were like dandelions x1000. The puffballs are pink and very explody.
This area is called Marble Mountains. It’s really pretty. There are big rock formations and hawks gliding on updrafts. Red tails, by the sound of them.
I passed some hunters. Then a platoon of cheerful sobo hikers. They left a discernible cloud of funk in their wake. Stinky hikers.