Which was nice to hear. Even if it reminds me of "nobody puts Baby in the corner."
Into every life, a little rain must fall, and it was our turn this weekend as my friend T and I hiked up to Little Frazier Lake. Halfway up Hawkins Pass, LFL is somewhat overlooked, but it is a quiet and beautiful spot with few campsites. T was unfortunately re-learning the lesson we all sometimes forget, which is that hiking in boots new to us can cause repercussions. I hiked over to the neighboring horse camp to borrow scissors to cut her moleskin, and we watched as a benign sky turned to night.
Until about two in the morning, when an insistent rain began to fall on the tents, followed by several waves of thunder, lightning, wind, and more rain. It's been so long since I've camped in a thunderstorm that it felt deeply unfamiliar. Darn the packing up in the rain! But we had ten miles to go, so pack up we did.
T suffered greatly on the way down, resorting to flip flops at one point, but she is tough and continued on. At the last junction I sped down to the trailhead as fast as I could walk (3 miles in 50 minutes over lots of rocks!), grabbed the pair of boots she should have worn from her car, and hiked back up to intercept her, take her pack, and exchange boots. This earned me curious stares from the people I had sped past on the way down, and then passed going back up. "Oh no! Did you forget something?" one couple asked.
If it were easy, everyone would be doing it, but it seems like everyone is this year. Contrary to previous years, the woods seem really crowded this summer. All sorts of humanity paraded past me on this hike: people with enormous packs and Walmart tents, guys with external frame backpacks, and Boy Scouts with the defining gadget: a coffee can with a wire handle. I picked a ton of those out of the wilderness back in the nineties and I had no idea they were still using them.
|The next adventure is finding the lake that lies behind this basin above the light colored rocks.|