Once my (leisurely) lunch was over there was nothing else but to tackle the three-hundred-foot climb to the McGarr Ridge Trail. This scenic overlook gave me an excellent excuse to catch my breath.
When I got to the McGarr Ridge Trail, I walked up and down the trail, looking for any signs of where an unofficial trail down to McGarr Spring might be. I didn’t find any, so I got out my compass and worked out a rough bearing that ought to get me to the spring and set off bushwhacking. It didn’t take long to get to the spring. What did take a long time was finding the two trees I used on my last visit to hang my hammock from.
Then it was time to make camp, settle down, and prepare for a cold night. The forecast was in the low twenties…
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