Started: Scissors Crossing (77.0)
Ended: Campsite (86.0)
Total: 9.0 miles
I had a relaxing morning. I ran into Fishtank in front of Mom’s Pies. He was going to visit the local doctor to see if he could get a cortisone shot in his knee.
I was walking back to the hotel when I ran into Jamie from Wisconsin and Candace. They took me back to Mom’s Pie to get my free slice of pie. I chose pecan. It was heavenly.
Brian and I bought food to get to Warner Springs.
There is some science behind all this. It is Thursday. I have a box in Warner Springs. The post office there closes at 1 p.m. on Saturday. It is closed on Sunday. If I don’t get there before the post office closes, I’m stuck there until Monday.
The trail is a cruel mistress. The local doctor refused to give Fishtank a shot without x-rays. As much as that decision sucks, I don’t blame the doctor. So the F’Tank and I agreed to part ways for now. He is going to take it slow. We’re at the same speed when healthy.
There was a high wind advisory in the mountains, so we waited to leave until 2 p.m. Ghost took us back to Scissors Crossing and I started bounding up the canyon. Just a few days ago I feared climbing Hauser Canyon. Now I’ve done a few.
The goal was a camp in the valley that would shelter us from the wind. It was nine miles in and uphill the whole way. The wind was terrible. I had to drop to the ground a couple of times as I was being pushed and it was a long long way down.
I’m still shaped like a hot air balloon, and normally they just glide in the wind, but that was not the case here. The wind would catch me and I would yaw off the path and there isn’t much of a path.
The wind would also catch me just right and go up my nose, making me gag. Good times!
I made it to camp with an hour of daylight to spare and fell asleep nearly instantly.