Location- Trout Lake
Elevation- 3,848 ft
Distance Traveled Today- 20.2 miles
Distance Traveled Total- 2,226.4 miles
Weather/Temp- clear 70s
Injuries- bee sting
Pain level- mild
Days without shower- 5
I had the most incredible wake up call of my life this morning. The piercing scream of an elk bugling nearby woke me instantly from a dead sleep at about 6 am. I sat up thinking it was right in the immediate vicinity, but didn’t see anything, and it only called once. When I told some other hikers about it later that morning, several of them claimed to have heard it too. Some didn’t even know what it was.
The bee sting on the top of my knee was giving me a lot of grief all day. There’s a big swollen nodule that itches and feels life a bruise; it actually hurts to walk. I’ve never experienced anything like it from an insect.
Katana was a little stop and go this morning for the first couple of hours. She was on a roll smelling, as well as marking her territory everywhere. Thankfully it didn’t last, because we’ve had days on the past where she would go on like that all day long. If I hurried her on too much, then she’d get defiant and hold her ground; she’s a fickle beast.
Once we hit our stride, the day went perfectly smoothe and flew by. On our last big climb of the day, two deer ran off the trail and up the mountain with Katana hot on their heels. I’d yell at her to stop, she’d stop, look at me with her wild eye tongue out “look,” hear the deer, resume chase, then I’d yell again, and the process would repeat; about 3 times in this case, before she ran back to me. It was very comical.
We finished up our 20 miles to the road before 5 pm, and scored a ride in about 10 minutes with a man named Ross, who was actually from Florida. “Where ya headed?” He asked. “Trout Lake,” I replied. “I know where it is, never been there, let’s go!”
It was quick and engaging hitch, spent mostly talking about fishing and Florida. Ross had spent time living on a boat, sailing around the Caribbean with his family (something I’m very interested in), so we talked about that a little bit.
Trout Lake is a very small, quiet, and remote town. There’s just enough her to satisfy any cravings or resupply needs, but not enough to overwhelm you; my kind of place. I’m camped out in a local park now, already looking forward to breakfast. I’m looking at getting back to the trail around noon tomorrow….