2011 – 2027
I’m pretty sure I slept on ice. The dirt below my tent was speckled with ice. There was frost on the tent fly. I went to the pond to get coffee water and stepped into some deep mud, both feet. The logs at the water’s edge were slick with ice. It was a tricky dip, getting clean water.
My human conversation for the day was a couple sobos named Potluck & Nemo. One of them was sucking honey straight from a plastic bear. I suppose that’s a way to get glucose.
I came around a bend and saw a great big mountain with snow on top. What is that? Mount Hood? Baker? Finally I looked it up. Mount Jefferson. Very impressive. I have a big climb coming up. I wonder how far I have to walk up the side of that volcano.
I walked through the Shale Limited Entry Area. I saw shale. It sounded like walking on plates. I filled up my water at a little pond as the sun dropped. I could practically see it icing up.