15 days in, and we only have about 5 miles to hike to our next resupply point at Shelter Cove. The dusty equestrian trail finally gave way to pine needles, and Trapper Creek rushed along next to us. That, combined with the promise of pizza at the resort, spurred us to do our fastest hiking yet.
Yes. I promise this is the right way.
On Tuesdays we wear neon green. Apparently.
Shelter Cove was not as awesome as Fish Lake or Mazama. But we got our dusty bodies and clothes clean, and stuffed our faces. The pizza was Swann's frozen pizza made in a toaster oven, but was damn delicious.
They provide the hikers with a little shade, or hide us from the rest of the resort guests. Chatted for quite a while with section and thru hikers. Met Mara, Knoll, Coach, Concrete, Steppenwolf, Daytripper, One Step, Bam-Bam, a fine couple that still needs names, and a handful of others.
Snagged this gem from the hiker box!
This was Neon's last day on the trail, she goes home to real life tomorrow. I'm so glad she was able to join me on this crazy adventure, and it's going to be strange not sharing the beauty and frustrations out here with her each day.
Thanks for being here, lady.
Hike your hike.
Of course they want to hide you. I can't imagine how you smell ;)
ReplyDeleteAll of us sitting under that tent in the heat? Ugh. I think I was desensitized to it by this point. I wish I could have taken a picture of all the expensive campers and boats at this place. And then there was us dirty hikers. So funny.
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