I dilly-dallied around, cooking breakfast on my wood stove and generally enjoying a slow start to my day. The net result was that I didn’t get packed away and ready for the trail until nearly one-thirty. Oh dear. At least it was warm (60℉) and sunny. I debated whether or not to carry out my plan to explore the hollow to the north, which I have since named ‘Tangled Hollow.’ I was right next door, and who knows when I would next be back, so I decided to at least take a look. For some reason I didn’t take any pictures. It is a much broader hollow than ‘Deep Hollow’ allowing for more vegetation (hence ‘Tangled Hollow’). There was water in the creek and some signs of at least semi-permanent springs. And who knows, maybe a route down to Beaver Creek? That will have to wait for another visit.
I topped off my water in a small pool and headed back to the disused forest road, and arrived back at the Pilot Trail at two forty-five. I still had six miles to hike. That put my ETA at the Pees Hollow Trail somewhere between five forty-five and six-fifteen, depending on how long I stopped for lunch. I would be setting up camp in the dark again. Nothing to it but to get moving.
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