I woke up next to Deadfall Lake, feeling about the same as I did yesterday, health wise.
I camped with a couple new friends who had just begun their own journeys on the trail. Their company was refreshing, reminding me of the exuberance I shared toward the beginning of my trip.
Buoyed by the comraderie and conversation, I began my jaunt up the trail.
It wasn't long before I encountered a collection of the most fearsome and aggressive critters on the trail.
I've had many encounters with these beasts and thankfully my food was secure and out of reach.
I'm not kidding, these things have run right up to my bowl of granola and helped themselves, chewed through plastic baggies of trail mix and after being swatted away, swiftly come back for more.
Sometimes they bark at me as I walk by on the trail, the entire back half of their bodies leaping into the air as they shout with all their might.
They are cute, cunning, brazen, and ferocious, and need to be taken seriously, or they will rob you blind.
After I escaped ter clutches, it was smooth sailing the rest of the day.
I spent much of the day along the ridge top, winding over the serpentine trail that slithered amongst the rounded peaks.
A stream crossed the trail and was surrounded by some otherworldly flora.
At least I THINK they were plants.
The soon setting sun began to soften the shades of blue off in the distance.
And then brightened the sky before disappearing beneath the horizon.