My sleeping bag zipper busted during the night and my mat is no longer inflatable; I wonder if our gear is trying to tell us something. Walking through Grace Meadow was like freaking locusts. The bugs were a horror. Thirty of them would just sit on the outside of my head net, centimeters from my face. Though they could not bite me, the sheer proximity to the buzz was super distracting. The moment I arrived at Dorothy Lake, a sandy banked, clear lake that is nestled between snow capped peaks, I stripped down in seconds and dove in to wash off the morning. Submergence is the best way to clear my head out here. Dangermouse did the same thing and felt better afterwards as well.
Since we've been hiking 16-22 miles daily, a major spike in hunger has set in the last week. We are now carefully rationing cheese, oatmeal and Cliff Bars inside our bear vaults as we have suddenly found ourselves consuming almost double than the previous week. So we ate some snacks from our low food supply, then hiked onwards. Tough days call for lots of breaks so we took another one in a rare, shaded and bug free spot. We both ended up eating our lunch for tomorrow too, so we each only have breakfast and a nutrition bar left.
The miles are going by faster each day even though my legs are tired. Kennedy Canyon Creek suddenly appeared, so we were at our day’s destination before 5:30, which is really early.
As is habit, I hit the tent before dark and Danger kicks it around camp for a bit longer before turning in. Gravy is camping here too.
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