I got up in the morning and headed on down the road. I came to this place where a fairly wild stream was rushing down the mountain. I actually got out of the car and went down to check it out.
It was totally cook, in a meteorological sense. I thought that maybe I should walk up near the stream, but there didn’t appear to be a path. I consulted a map and it turned out that there was a hike called “Roaring Creek” that I’d just passed.
I put the solar shower on the roof, packed up stuff in my ultralight technical day pack and headed up the hill. I even wore actual shoes. It was a pretty interesting hike, it went through a variety of different kinds of forest. Check these two pictures taken from the same spot, one looking up, one looking down.
I was disappointed that the trail didn’t follow the creek very closely, but I did see it a few times.
I’d been only a couple miles when my heel started getting a blister. I tried re-tying my shoe, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t find a good place to put the hammock so I headed back. There were some cool views that I didn’t notice so much on the way out since this was behind me.
Here are some pictures of flora I found interesting.
This appears to be poop. Whoever left this behind must not have gotten the memo about digging a cat hole.
Some things are the same everywhere. You just can’t escape graffiti, even in nature.
When I got back to Walden, the water in the solar shower thingy felt pretty warm. There was one other car in the parking lot, and I’d seen that guy running (yes, he was actually running) up the trail. I was a ways off the road and figured that if someone drove up, I could get in Walden and put on clothes, so I took a shower right there in the trail head parking lot. I’d been three nights stealth camping in Fort Collins and one night in Roosevelt forest without a shower, so it wasn’t a bit too soon. It felt really good, and the water evaporating off my skin felt good too.
I turned off the main road onto a smaller road and found a spot to park. People had built a fairly substantial fire pit there and at a place not far away someone had left some firewood. I went over and carried as much as I could to the fire pit by my camper, maybe I’d have a fire. I was set up early in the afternoon.
I set up the hammock and read for a while. While I was lying in the hammock, a damn squirrel jumped into the hammock. I screamed like a little girl (I in no way mean to demean little girls, it’s just an expression). Fortunately, only trees were around the forest to hear.
I made a nice bacon, cheese and avocado sandwich for dinner. I grilled the bread. It was tasty. There was a little bacon grease left in the pan that I thought might be good for breakfast. I left the pan on the stove on that green table, which was leaning up against the camper.
I watched too many more episodes of How I Met Your Mother, turned off the light and went to sleep.