Memories from August 23
I stopped by a hut called the Mike Zurich hut during the mid-morning today. There was good sunlight for the solar charger so I caught up on blog posts and read for a bit.
The cabin has a great dedication poem.
I’ve decided to call burn areas sunburns because that’s what it feels like I’m going to get when I walk through one.
There was a longish dry stretch and so I wound up dry camping in a large flat spot at the end of a forest service road after the last water source, a spring where I took a siesta.