I was not super excited about going hiking today, but I get so bored sitting at home and my wrist hurts when I spend too much time on the computer, so I forced myself out the door. The driver on the Brinnon run whose driving makes me sick is off duty for the next four weeks, so I knew it was safe to take the bus up there and to bring Patches with me. Patches only throws up when that one driver is on duty.
I was wearing the wrong color of pants for a long bus trip on
this particular day and that had me worried all day long. Maybe this trip was
just one big mistake? I did not have any
other pants that both fit and were the right color and were not made of cotton. Also I did not have my rain pants with me,
because I had just plain forgotten to pack them and I only had a flimsy rain
jacket.. maybe I would die of hypothermia up there! Or not.. as it’s only five hours between
buses.
When I got on the bus in Shelton I saw that it was a driver
I had never seen before. This driver did
not like Patches and she caused quite a ruckus that only ended when she called
her dispatcher and the dispatcher said that Patches was kewl to ride the bus. I had to argue with her for about five
minutes, and even though I won in the end and got to ride the bus with Patches
my mood for the day was ruined, not that
I was in the best mood to start. I was following
the law to the letter (not the spirit) for service dogs, so I stood my ground
and won, but still it was a horrible thing to have happen.
The bus driver was very friendly after that nasty business was over with.
The bus driver was very friendly after that nasty business was over with.
Bus driver who started a big argument about Patches,calling in to dispatch to see if Patches is allowed on the bus after I argued with her about it for about five minutes |
Anyway I was finally off the buses and free to hike and
improve my mood in nature. But what
trail did I want to go up? The crowded
Mount Walker trail or another more peaceful trail that is nearby? I opted for Walker in spite of my anti-social
mood because I knew that the gate to drive up Walker would be open soon and
then going up walker would no longer interest me. So one last hike up Walker I
decided.
When I got to the gate I saw it was open, so I knew there
would be cars driving up, but maybe not too many on a weekday? No there were lots of cars and lots of people and none of that
cheered me up at all.
Then at the top there was no view, so I went to the other
lookout for some peace and quiet but ended up dodging cars. Once I was at the other viewpoint I noticed
that my backpack was falling apart due to fabric fraying and I cannot repair it
this time.. What else can go wrong today
I wondered?
I soon found out. My
pocket knife, my favorite pocket knife was missing a screw and I could not
close it and then two really loud young women showed up while I was still
trying to get it closed. Yep, not a good
day.
Lunch was six ounces of brie from the Grocery outlet, about 20 generic wheat thins, some dried garbonzo bean flour "trial mix" and a cup of vina cafe.
I headed back down half an hour early with the plan to stop
and have another cup of vinacafe at the closed campground.
As soon as I got stopped the rain started coming down hard. It was not supposed to rain more than .06 of
an inch according to my weather forecast that had never failed me before this
week.
While making my tea I
suddenly had to go dig a cat hole.. but wait there are closed outhouses in the
campground, maybe they just say they are closed? Maybe I could use one of them? Nope, no luck they were boarded shut and I
had to go now! No time to dig a cat hole..
oh yeah, it was just one of those days.
With that horrible business settled I had my tea in the rain
and worked my way back down to the bus stop.
I felt bad because Patches was so wet and would be sure to stink up the
bus with wet dog smell, but at least it was Jefferson Transit where all dogs
are good dogs.
But what about my transfer back to Mason Transit? Would I get another new driver and another
big argument. Would I be stranded in Brinnon? These thoughts filled my mind as
I waited for the bus in the rain. I hid
my face whenever a car went by, since to me each passing motorist was a
potential kidnapper or rapist and having Patches there to protect me did not help my mental state much because I
was so stressed out at this point.
Luckily the Mason Transit driver was one who knows me, a
super nice guy named Bruce and the ride back home was just fine. But still, I was depressed by the time I got
home. I had started my hike a bit
depressed but I knew a hike would cheer me up.. but not this time, too many bad
things happened and I ended my hike just as depressed as I started.. sigh..
I don’t have many pictures because the light was just awful
for photography… (of course)
6.5 miles with 2,170 feet elevation gain
View from the top |
Jefferson Transit dog rules |
Mason Transit dog rules As if I could lift up a 45 pound dog in a crate!! |
Oh the inhumanity of it all |
Fabric fraying failure |
Fabric ripping failure (I probaby sewed in that spot too many times) |
trail runner who frightened me |
I wonder if this connects up with the other rainbow trail? |
Dog tired |
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