The deer are huffin and puffin around, which I actually kinda like. I think we did pretty good for a 1:00 p.m. It just so happens that Tree is also here, he didn’t make it either. So I settled for a super awkward spot but it’s cool cause my tent is (almost too) tiny. I find a banger campsite, but someone has decided to be an asshole and hang their food there. I fall short of my goal, I don’t feel like doing three more miles and the glorious thing is that I don’t have to. I see some that remind me of the Minarets. The mountains look so alpine but aren’t nearly as high as they appear. I appreciate the switchbacks and thousands of shades of green. I’m sure it’ll get really hard really quick though… or maybe the AZT had turned me into a machine (I am almost absolutely certain I will eat these words later). The terrain is flat and nice, totally unexpected. My feet feel awful, but it’s just cause I’m not taking breaks and have been walking around in town on asphalt for two days. I don’t take many breaks, and the ones I do are very short. I have to take an emergency poop (thanks energy gels) and lose him. We talk about our trails and the scenery. I remain hopeful that somehow I can pull that out of my ass. It’s a late alpine start of 1:00 p.m., and I was hoping for 19 miles today. It’s nice when people aren’t jerks about it. The ranger is hella cool and is super understanding about our weird permit issues. For two and a half hours we stood with our thumbs out, growing increasingly discouraged, we drank beers to help with the pangs of rejection.įinally, someone takes pity on our souls and takes us to Harts Pass, she even knows the ranger there. Hitching out of Mazama was harder than advertised.
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