|We lost some elevation on this day|
|Breakfast time at Shale Lake|
I think that makes the 6th P-Style I have lost. At least I got this one for free in exchange for reviewing it. I’ll buy another one for sure. I also lost my P-rag as it was made of a towel that I had sewn into a pocket to hold my P-style. Oh well, I would just have to use my bandana and pee the old fashioned way for the rest of the trip.
I searched through my pack and could not find it. I even held my pack upsidedown and shook it, but the only thing that fell out was my Delorme InReach. Good thing that it was already broken. Yes my new Delorme broke, I had hoped that Delorme units would be tougher than SPOT units.
Why are satellite messengers so fragile? My GPS(r), my Digital Camera and my IPod have been on countless hike without breaking, but I can't seem to keep a satellite messenger in good working order on the trail.
|Climber with huge load|
|Climber's son with huge load.|
This father and son team were going to climb
Mount Jefferson, the father had climbed it many years before
and he was really excited to take his son up the mounatian.
I only had to wait for about five minutes. When Aimless arrived she said that the ace bandage had helped a lot and she was going to continue to hike in to Ollalie.
Good news, but I was so tired that I could not think. I said that all I knew for sure was that I did not want to climb up the hill past Milk Creek at that moment. It did not take me too long to recover and I was ready to go again.
We met a hiker named Forest and I tried to give him some Pepperoni but he declined. I recognized him from Crater Lake and he recognized me too. He had so many kind things to say to me about attempting to take my daughter on a thru-hike. He said that everyone at Crater Lake thought it was really neat that I was thru-hiking with my daughter. I guess that helps to explain why all the hikers there were so kind to me.
|South bound thru-hikers crossing Milk Creek|
Forest caught up to me there and he asked if he could have some of my trail mix. I warned him that I had been sick for three weeks, but he did not care. My trail mix from the hiker box and Big Lake looked that good to him.
|1000 Kilometers written with pine cones|
|Mount Jefferson West Face near Milk Creek|
Eric was a section hiker who started in Ashland with two friends. Both of his friends had to bail out, the most recent one to bail out had only left the day before and due to a bad ankle. I think Eric was happy for the company. Eric said he was hurting, I could tell that he had very half heartedly set up his tent by the way it was sagging. He had also gone to bed early.
|Three tents and four hikers in this picture all crowded into|
Jeff Creek campsite at sunset. My 9 year old tarp tent is in front.
|Sunset makes the lichens glow at Jeff Creek|
This was the first night of the trip that my tent did not get soaked with condensation.
|Big Boletes, maybe Boletus chrysenteron|