More ‘hammock porn.’ After leaving Mores Branch yesterday, I decided not to bushwhack up to the top of the hill and then find my way down to Sunday night’s campsite. Instead, I climbed up the side of the hollow until I was at around the same contour line. Then I bushwhacked around the side of the hill to my destination. I hoped I might see something interesting during my hike. Nope. Just trees and more trees.
So here I am the next day, camped back where I started.
Last night was not without a bit of drama, though. I started getting satellite text messages from Ginger on the InReach, ‘Where are you?’ I grabbed my headlamp phone and rushed up the hill to get some cell phone signal. It turns out that in my rush to get going, I forgot to tell Ginger how long I was going to be staying out, and Ginger had forgotten how to ‘ping’ my location on the InReach. All was quickly resolved, and I was bushwhacking back to my campsite in the pitch dark (no Moon). The only trouble with bushwhacking in the dark is you don’t always see the thorns you are getting into. I was dripping blood at one point. I stopped to deal with that, not wanting any preditors visiting me in the night mistakenly thinking they had an easy meal!
It didn’t take long to find my way back, though I did congratulate myself on thinking of leaving some lights on in camp to make finding my way back easier.
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