“A shelter from the storm”
It both thundered and rained last night. My tent was pretty soggy as I started out early this morning.
As forecast it stated raining again, heavily. I’ve a rain protector for my rucksack, a rain kilt and a rain jacket but they are all fairly lightweight. Getting cold and wet felt inevitable.
It seemed crazy to think just the day before I’d been walking in 80 degrees.
Being cold is one of my biggest fears so I made the decision to hike to a shelter 32 miles away. This is the most I’ve hiked on the PCT.
The rain came and went. I pushed on.
By 7:30 pm, following a forest path, I found a side trail to a cabin.
And there she stood. My refuge. My ticket to a warm dry night and warm gear.
There were 6 other hikers there when I arrived. But by bed time there were 11 of us. I was delighted when the door creaked open and my friend Trees arrived. I’d not seen her for a few days. We sat by the stove and she shared her dark chocolate with cherry bar with me.
I spent a cosy night on the attic floor , very grateful to be safe and warm. It’s the simple things that matter. Shelter, friendship and chocolate are definitely up there!