The season has moved on a lot since I was here a month ago. Remember the teabag I left behind? It was sitting undisturbed on the small rock, where I left it. I packed it away with my trash before I forgot it again!
After recovering my food bag from its lounging place in a nearby tree, I got back into my hammock and proceeded to heat enough water for a cup of tea and breakfast of oats and raisins.
Over breakfast I mused on my plans for the day. It was supposed to be slightly warmer, and I could either sit in camp and do nothing, or I could adapt my original plan for the weekend. That plan had been to start out Friday morning and hike the six miles down to the bluffs on the wilderness’s western edge. Once there, I planned to check out a potential spot to the north of the bluffs with access to Beaver Creek. Studying the USGS map there was one point where the wilderness met Beaver Creek, and there was a hollow that seemed to offer a manageable path down to the creek.
I decided I’d go and look for water at the bluffs. Doing so would bring my weekend hike up to around 12 miles. Had I been able to get away Friday morning, I had planned to hike about 18 miles altogether.
If it all went wrong and I couldn’t get to Beaver Creek and water, I could either come back and spend another night at ‘Twin Falls Creek,’ or maybe hike down to Rock Spring.
The bluffs are only around three miles from my campsite, so I lounged around a bit before breaking camp. Shortly after 11 a.m. I was on my way. Having learned my lesson yesterday, I set out wrapped up in my hiking pants and puffy jacket.
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