I Stink, Therefore I Am

Three days in, and most pretenses of being ladies are kinda out the window. Nature is our toilet. We're crop dusting the poor ferns. And we have developed a distinct hiker's aroma. I'm not sure why the smell of a sweaty, hard working dude is kinda pleasant. That's NOT how we smell. 

Home is where you hang your hat! Last night's campsite was adorable, and right near a reservoir. Downright cozy! 

Beauty everywhere, again. Of course. We  missed what sounded like a few serious rainstorms and had great weather until the evening. 

(Grizzly Creek)

We're having a fun time remembering the trail names of everyone we meet. Fluffy Star, Walkie Talkie, Monk (doing Oregon in 9 days!), Ladybug, Two Dots (and Two Dots' Sister), Sheep Wagon, and ManBearPig. 

The rain finally caught up with us, and after the heat wave we just left in Portland, we're not even complaining about hearing the pitter patter on the tents. We're in bed nice and early after over 12 more miles behind us. Onward!