Strawberry Whey, and I’m Okay.

Miles 5.5

Camped at mm 124.8 … 11,270 feet

I rolled over. It was 6:40 am. Shit.

No, not “Shit”. We’re having a more relaxed morning, and then we’re going to trail, Anji said.

Okay, fine, I said, and got us some coffee.

We blogged and posted and read stuff out loud. We talked to our people and ate yogurt and pineapple, and whatever else seemed like a reasonable morning snack, and then we hugged Zach at the hostel goodbye. He softly smiled and awkwardly hugged us back.

We climbed into our Uber, and we were gone. Zip. Just like that.

Watercolors and Rushmore veered off to go shopping, and we climbed up the mountain by ourselves. It wasn’t too long before hunger took over, and we found ourselves cooking next to a creek that was yammering on about something, under a tree that refused to hide me from the rain.

Oatmeal, pecans, and Strawberry Whey protein powder steamed up from my newly acquired cup I got out of the hiker box at the hostel. I felt happy.

We met some folks along the way today. Walkin’ through the trees. Walkin’ along the streams. Walkin’ under the skies that never would fully commit to the procedure of rain; they’d just drizzle and generally make things miserable.

We set up camp early to blog and smell the earth and hang out with our new friend Alisia, another hiker, and our acquired friend Jenna, a trail worker whose camp we crashed.

The day was short, but the miles were long. We’re camped above 11k feet, and I’m okay.