|Meadows with flowing streams.|
|Joining the CDT for a while.|
|Marking some sort of high point.|
Rain and grauple finally shook me from my introspective mood.
|Bit of mud.|
|Jan and I huddled up our first night in her tent to discuss our route.|
“Let’s give cross-country a try for 5 minutes,” said Jan.
Nine hours later, we emerged onto another trail. A full day of route-finding had us exhausted but also exhilerated. We'd seen no cut-logs or recognizable trail tread. Instead, we'd made our own way.
|What we did most of our second day... what I call gymnastics. Sort of like playing on a jungle gym.|
|A part that had more rock hopping.|
|It wasn't all uphill.|
|But the part that was uphill was steep and had the most downed trees. Of course.|
|Venturing into the hole in the rock.|
|Which turned out to be a cave with a stream flowing through it.|
|Is it graffiti or a historical inscription if it is from the 1930's and written with beautiful penmanship?|