Sunshine at last

Sunshine at last — Drying out my gear was my excuse for not rushing to get on the trail. The frost on my tarp needed a chance to melt and dry. I lollygagged around and didn’t start packing up camp until eleven-forty. Taking it easy, I didn’t leave camp until twelve-thirty.

Camped at Fiddler Spring, Irish Wilderness

Camped at Fiddler Spring, Irish Wilderness. +1

Trying out a gas stove for a change

Trying out a gas stove for a change — Conclusion: I prefer my Fancee Feest Cat Can stove.

Day Two, the view from my hammock

Day Two, the view from my hammock — When I decided to stop at Fiddler Spring, I forgot to check its orientation to the rising sun. It was a long chilly wait until the sun climbed high enough to reach the campsite. It was also “Surprise! Suprise!” a lot colder than forecast. At seven-thirty it was twenty-four degrees. Two-minute read, +1

Fiddler Spring

Fiddler Spring – I took a quick detour to checkout the spring and top up my water. +1