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Begins: Mar 1, 2012
Date: Sun, Jun 17th, 2012
Start: Winom Creek
End: N of Hwy 129
Trip Distance: 1,715.0
Entry Visits: 540
Journal Visits: 63,698
Guestbook Views: 6,526
Guestbook Entrys: 83
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Deer snorted at me from my meadow last night. It took less than an hour to reach my cache hanging in a lodgepole. I sat on a small bridge over a brook and sorted through my food and ate what struck my fancy.
The trail continued through a huge old burn. Thank goodness for the trail because it was thick. It was cloudy this morning. Then there was a patch of clear sky so I set up my solar charger and wrote yesterday's journal post. Later as I climbed I noticed I had very marginal coverage and was surprised when my post made it out after 10 minutes of trying.
I picked up NPR on my radio and enjoyed some news. I only use one earbud so I can hear what's going on around me. Heard most of a Prairie Home Companion. That was a treat. It's good to be in another world for a while.
On the main ridge I tried to call my dad for Father's Day but coverage was never good enough then or for the rest of the day.
I was surprised that the trail on the back side of the ridge, just outside the wilderness, was a dirt bike trail. However, there were fresh elk, deer and bear tracks across the most recent bike tracks.
I didn't see the turnoff I'd planned to make and finally figured I must have missed it. When I went back I found my trail had been hidden. When I followed it anyway there were dozens of trees cut down to make travel as difficult as possible. The Forest Service had apparently turned this trail into an ATV route, then changed their minds. That's fine, but I must admit it was frustrating that it appeared on the map as a trail and they had destroyed it (even tearing up bridges) for hikers, too.
After that obstacle course the rest of the day was a road walk with an occasional car or 4-wheeler. As a matter of fact I jumped a band of elk that were feeding right along the road. An old hunter's camp on the edge of a sunny meadow was my campsite for the evening. I used the breeze and last sun of the day to dry and fluff my sleeping bag, then went to sleep under a large ponderosa.