Location- Hobart Ridge
Elevation- 5,243 ft
Distance Traveled Today- 14.4 miles
Distance Traveled Total- 1,729.6
Weather/Temp- 80s 70s
Pain level- low
Days without shower- 1
I spent the first half of the day in town getting to the post office, checking out a gear store, and having one last town meal. Then I caught a ride with a 17 year old kid named Spencer, who volunteers at the local hospital’s ER doing (as he described) “bitch work.” Still impressive for a teenager to be volunteering at a hospital.
When I got back on trail at close to 1 pm, I was feeling sluggish and unmotivated; town always makes you soft. It wasn’t long before I made up my mind to not go crazy today trying to bag big miles. The goal became simply to get out of town, camp early, wake up early on trail, then kill it.
While Oregon is beautiful, it’s extremely limited in the resupply department. There are only a small handful of actual towns that you pass by. Everything else is just fancy campgrounds, resorts, and convenience stores. As a result, people blow through this state in order to get it over with and move on to the grand finale that is Washington.
Today was slow and easy, and I didn’t see anything besides lizards, chipmunks, and a very fast, tan colored snake that I couldn’t identify, or catch.
I saw one other hiker before deciding to make camp on Hobart Ridge. I have a spectacular view of the valley below, but no one to share it with. I’m cowboys camped under an oak tree, and the gnats are a little thick, but I’m managing. It should be a nearly full moon tonight, so it’s not going to get very dark. A blessing and a curse. That damn moon is bright enough to shine through my eyelids…