‘My best camp yet’
Last night I camped in a ‘real’ campsite – it had showers, a flushing toilet, picnic tables etc. All very nice and civilised.
Tomorrow night I’ll be in the town of Ashland, Oregon, camping in a Trail Angel’s garden.
I could have pushed on for 5 miles to get to town but Ive chosen to stop and camp here at 26 miles. I’m bursting with joy that I’ve camped here – town with all its shiny things can wait.
This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever camped.
Who needs toilets, showers and picnic tables when you can get this view of Mount Shasta and Pilot Rock?
The wind is up so there are no mosquitos – sweet relief.
My body forgets it’s tiredness as I scramble up an inviting lump of rock whilst waiting for my pot to boil. I eat my vegetable tikka dinner perched on a stoney ledge, watching the sunset on Mount Sasha. She’s bathed in baby pink.
Town will be busy with food resupply, new trainer shopping, socialising with other hikers. And it will be fun. But as I lie here in my tent listening to the crickety night sounds, I’m tucked in with contentment. This is what I’ve come for. This is everything.