Memories from July 16
America’s a crazy place. Things like this make me feel safe sleeping in bear country with my food bag for a pillow.
A progress update.
The bridge over river dry.
One mile sice the last sign. A day hiker asked how far I’d come when I told him I’d started at the Mexican border so I turned around and read the sign.
I went in to the Burney Falls Campground to get some maps Dad had mailed me. After paying $7 to pick them up, I noticed try sold soft serve and promptly left my envelope on the desk to go buy some. The mistake was realized quite a few miles down the trail. Good thing the trail is well marked.
Trail crosses a dam.
As a bystander said, “That’s not apple juice”.