Shitty McShitty Night and the Goateo Never Sleeps

Day 4
Miles 9
Las night we couldn’t eat. The morning wasn’t any better. I finally realized we were over ten thousand feet in elevation, and that will happen at altitude. What does that even mean – at altitude?
Anyway it was a super shitty night. Shitty McShitty Night. The wind caught my rainfly of my hammock and I went sailing around like a ship in stormy seas. A quaking aspen leaf in a hurricane. And it never freaking ended. I thought about asking to crawl into Sophie’s tent, but I knew she was sleeping on an incline, so both options sucked. I finally rearranged my fly until it was stuck down to the sides of my hammock. Then the wind just slapped the rain fly into the sides of my head and still tossed me around. I was losing my mind by the time it was time to get up. It was like I’d Survived Something.
So I couldn’t function this morning. It took us three whole hours to break camp.
The boys were tired and didn’t have the energy to cause much trouble. Though last night there were lots of head butting games and let’s-chew-on-the-highline games, those hadn’t extended to morning. There hadn’t been much food for them for dinner or breakfast, so we headed to Gray Lake and to a vast, lush meadow where they could graze and drink from a delicious, fresh creek. To Their Heart’s Content.
Sharkey tried to eat my cheese through my backpack and we shooed him back to the meadow just in time for Jon Snow to take over the task. We shooed Jon Snow out to the meadow just in time for Sharkey to come back. But no one got the cheese and no one tore up my pack, so that was success.

Lake Tahoe glimmered in all its glory and the hillsides were blanketed in flowers. The earth baked under my nose. The boys laid down in what little shade they could find.
I called the California Highway Patrol – Truckee – and asked for help crossing Highway 267 tomorrow. If a motorist hit one of our goats, it could seriously hurt someone. Oatcake is 215 pounds.
They agreed to meet us at the Highway at 11AM.
We planned to sleep in and work on our water cache before we met the cops, except then we realized we Miscalculated Mileage. No sleep for us. Now we have to get up at 4am and leave camp by 5:30 just to make it to the road on time…
The Show Goes On.

The Goateo Never Sleeps.

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