In case you aren't familiar, Hiker Wash (which can also be Runner Wash or Mountain Biker Wash) occurs when saturated vegetation comes in contact repeatedly with carefully dried shoes, socks, and, if the brush is tall enough, the rest of your outfit. Your only outfit. For days. You might think that this is a nice thing, and it could be, were the temperature warm, but if it's warm....the brush is dry. No, Hiker Wash is a chilly morning phenomenon, and who could blame us if we rejoiced to see other hikers traipsing in front of us, taking Hiker Wash for the team.
I can't fully convey the horror of frozen toes in dripping socks, so I will leave it at that. Until today, when I unexpectedly found myself with no trail companions, and decided to undertake the Slog of Brutality, otherwise known as the hike to Aneroid Lake. It's hard to get people to go with me on this hike in summer, let alone winter, when postholing along at a blazing pace of one mile per hour is common. So I seized the day. I was only going to hike to the bridge...but something happened..and I ended up at the lake.
And discovered...winter Hiker Wash! The trees were laden with snow, and as I passed, each one released a fluffy cold shower. Soon I was covered with snow. I didn't mind though--it was entertaining.
|Hiker Wash waiting to happen.|
|Pete's Point. My husband once skied down from the notch on the right side.|
|The lake was frozen and I sank into two feet of snow.|