And north too, just barely.
In the morning I wanted to get up early-ish, get some miles done, and see if I could catch up to the Germans/definitely get into Oregon. 6-something? I forget. Definitely walking by 7. Kinda ridgy walking and then down to some wetter areas with lotsa vegetation, some wildflowers, streams, etc. I want to say I saw at least one of the Germans but just as they were leaving. Manuel, meanwhile, was behind me, not even up when I’d left in the morning. Only other thing I remember was listening to Deltron3030 like 4 times in a row. I think there mighta been some Outkast too.
A bit different day, in the late afternoon there was even a marshy area. Cool. About a mile from the border there was a cabin just off-trail, but I was loosing steam and thought there was a good chance I was going to camp at the border for 25.7 mile day, I was a little zonked. So I didn’t check. The next day I found out from the Germans that there was trail magic- sodas and sandwiches! Arrrrgh! I shoulda checked, oh well. In the meantime the mile uphill to the border, not even that steep, seemed like the worst thing ever. I took a $hitty selfie, you’re welcome.
Kinda grub-a-thon in this pic, I like it? Dress was for sure on its last legs and I was looking forward to thrift store hunting with Grouse/Quickstart for a new one in Ashland.
Saw that I was only like a week behind Gourmet and Godongo, which was cool. I remembered that Gourmet said she was going to go off trail maybe to hang with her bf. Maybe I’d see them again?
Anyway I basically was looking at this point for the next campsite to call it a night. Got to a road where there was a “campsite”- I usually am not super freaked about camping near civilization but this one had absolutely no shelter at all. I sat there and cooked dinner and the wind picked up- nope. Couple streamlets ahead I was hoping for something didn’t have a spot either. Finally there was a nice area I want to say 2 miles from the border, it was a bit before Sheep Spring which was where I think the German guys had wanted to get to. Really nice tentsites that I don’t think were on Guthook, not seeing them anyway. It was a little early for me, maybe like 7, but I called it. There was a group of guys who came later and seemed like they wanted to camp, but then I was already there…IDK. I mean, I don’t care about sharing campsites. But they parked themselves far away on the other side of the trail where there wasn’t anything really great (where I was there were like 5 tent sites). Oh well not my problem. Ashland tomorrow!!