Mile 677.5—Campsite [12.1 miles]
Saturday, May 12
Rough day! In a nutshell, it was a driving downpour all day. Knowing it was coming didn’t help. Oh, and I started the day by… pooping on my shoes.
Pooping in the backcountry is always an adventure. First, it’s always an emergency. It’s not a leisurely ‘grab a magazine’ kind of thing. Particularly if you’re near a shelter with a privy, in which case you’re sweating bullets to try to get to the privy, and if you can’t make it it’s because the situation got dire. So your location isn’t apt to be perfect. Sometimes you’re on a hill. Second, I never hit the hole, which always necessitates post-deed transportation. So this morning I must have missed something, which I ended up stepping in and getting all over my pants. Which I didn’t notice until I got to the shelter. Iew. Iew. Iew. As gross as this lifestyle is, it’s nice to see there are still things that are disgusting. Plus, the rain took care of everything. 😁
Saw another black snake, and also a salamander and a turtle. Guess I’d better add all the reptiles to the game!
Snakes: 4Frogs: 1
Red salamanders (elts?): 2
Oh, and I saw a deer! It was running like hell and it was making a sound, like a bray. I’ve never heard a deer make noise like that. Weird.