Location- Forested ridge
Elevation- 5,322 ft
Distance Traveled Today- 25.6 miles
Distance Traveled Total- 1,434.4 miles
Weather/Temp- clear 90s
Pain level- low
Days without shower- 1
Kicked the day off around 10:30 with a hitch from a middle aged man named Dave.
Not far into the trail, I discovered a plethora of trail magic left in the woods. Being fresh out of town, I didn’t take any of the drinks or snacks. No sense in me depleting something that someone not going into town would really appreciate. One more passers-by will be able to enjoy it now.
I took my sweet time today in the dry heat, even stopping to sleep under a footbridge next to a creek for about an hour. I enjoyed eating the rest of my bread sticks here as well.
After moving on, I began a 2,000+ foot climb to cooler elevations. I don’t know why, but for some reason I decided to try my hand at some poetry. As I walked, I played with verses in my head and wrote down the ones that I liked. It was a wonderful way to pass the time, and I managed to come up with three poems that I liked before finishing the entire climb. I don’t think they’re anything special, and I don’t know if they will read correctly without me reciting them myself (in part because I don’t even know if their layout is correct), but I’m satisfied with them, and I can put some more effort into them at a later date.
Other than my walking poetry, I took it very slow, and nothing incredible happened. I simply watched Mt. Shasta grow larger with every new view of her. I finished up the 25 mile day leisurely at around 8 pm, and enjoyed my last 4 slices of pizza for dinner.
Strangely, I did not see another soul today. It almost had me wondering if I was on the correct trail…
Here are my poems for you to make fun of. I gave them somewhat of a thru hiking theme, but I went kind of dark and “Edgar Allan Poe” on the last one.
We are the ones who know no rest; Who wander the mountains valley to crest
From canyons deep to peaks so tall; We won’t stop till we’ve seen them all
Tireless, relentless, hapless, alone; Where we lay our head is home
To some it seems we’re on the run; Attempting escape of a life undone
But what they all fail to see; Is the life we lead is pure and free
#2 (We left our homes)
We left our homes in search of ourselves; not sure of what we’d find
We’d had enough of acquiring stuff, and the rules of old mankind
So we cast our chains, changed our names, and hit the dusty trail
Through deserts of fire and mountains of ice, no one could really tell; is this the world we’re living in, a paradise and hell?
Yet still we roamed in search of ourselves; among every rock and stone
Looking for the place within our soul that we could call our own
#3 (Stay out of the forest)
The forest at night is a curious place; Not for the feint of heart
Step incorrectly and you could be… the forest’s next work of art
Painting the rocks with shades of red amid a symphony of screams;
Or maybe the teeth of a wiley beast as yellow eyes do gleam
So stay in your homes when the sun goes down; safe away from harm
Sit back, relax, we’ll bring the forest to you; through words of wit and charm.
Critique away, Internet!