Monday, July 16: Todays miles = 20. Total PCT miles = 988. This morning was a normal and late start. I started hiking by 9am or so. There was a decent amount of uphill trail today but not quite as much as yesterday so the thought of that made it a little easier to push through. I didn't take many breaks today. I just pushed through the 20 miles with a few little stops for water and food. There was a moment early in the day where I lost the trail. There were massive blow downs covering some sections of the trail with smaller side trails to go around them. I took a side trail to the right. Wrong choice. After following this little trail for quite some time it suddenly stopped without reconnecting with the PCT. I meandered around the woods for a bit hoping I would miraculously come across the PCT. It was after a bit that I decided I would just have to retrace my steps back to where the blow downs began. From there I took the side trail to the left. Bingo!
Around lunch time I came across Typo eating his lunch on a giant rock almost at the top of a mountain. I asked him if the guys hiked ahead (Baboon and Michigan Wolverine). Typo said that no one had passed him all morning. In my head I was going through the order in which I saw us all leave camp today. First Wolverine, then Typo followed by Baboon. Typo swore that Baboon had not passed him which would mean that I would have somehow passed him without noticing. This is entirely possible if he went down to the water to filter or something of the sort. So I sat on the rock and waited for Baboon...and waited...and ate lunch...and waited. I finally decided that either Baboon was in fact ahead or he was down by the water a few miles back waiting for me. I decided to leave a note on trail and hike on. It wasn't after 10 steps that I saw Monkey tracks in the sand (Baboon shoe prints). I had waited for nothing. Baboon was ahead! He was ahead about a mile waiting for me. Silly Typo. Typo had missed Baboon passing him while HE went down for water. Of the trail I would have just taken out my cell phone and given him a call. All would have been sorted out within moments. On the trail, however, its slightly more entertaining!
Camp tonight is lakeside, again. I don't know the real name of it though. There are so many beautiful, sparkling, and picturesque lakes that I've almost stopped learning their names entirely. They go by: big lake, kinda big lake, small lake, smaller lake, super round lake, shallow lake, sandy lake, kinda sandy lake, and so on. I guess tonight is fish lake. Fish lake got it's name when Baboon yanked a squirmy rainbow trout out if it and fried it up for dinner.... in my frying pan.
Camping with Baboon and Typo. Michigan Wolverine is about 50 yards away. Typo banished him for snoring.
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