Mile 408/2650 (30 today)
Another early start; I unzip my tent door to be reminded that I’m camped in this glorious meadow… Indian Paintbrush and Lupins frame sunrise over Mount Adams.
I’m happy to meet Therese when I stop to fill my water bottle at the river. She sows the seed that’s she’s going for a 30 miler…and I wonder if today’s the day for me to try the same.. the most I’ve done is 26.
I’m feeling strong and there’s not a lot of elevation.
I pass by the 400 mile mark early afternoon. These are the rare moments that I wish I didn’t hike alone. It would have been nice to have shared this. To have high 5’d someone. But I mentally high 5 myself, smile and keep walking.
And then after passing a boulder field I come to a small pool, fed by snow melt. The arches of my feet ache and I’m too tempted to keep walking. So I bathe them in the icy pool. Bliss.
The mozzies are excited by my presence as I work to put up my tent, near a beautiful waterfall.
Once inside the mass killing begins. I’m a gentle woman but when it comes to these creatures, death is the only option.
I then lie back on the dusty floor of my tent, exhausted. Blowing up my thermarest can wait. Dinner can wait.
I’m empty and just need to lie here.
30 miles in this heat is really hard.
But totally doable. We CAN do hard things.