Begins: May 20, 2008
Date: Mon, Sep 29th, 2008
Start: Hyatt Lake
Daily Distance: 17
Trip Distance: 1,609.8
Hours Hiked: 6
Min Temp: 63
Max Temp: 89
Entry Visits: 402
Journal Visits: 109,116
Gear list Journal Plan
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As I left the restaurant last night, they reminded me that the full service restaurant down the road a quarter mile began serving breakfast at 8AM. I would be long gone by then!
I was up and moving around 6AM. I headed up across the campground to their bathhouse. I was very excited that they had hot water! I had no soap, but at least I could get partially clean. I dawdled around, and before I knew it 7AM had arrived. I went back and finished packing, except for my tent. It was now 7:20, so I may as well go eat before leaving.
I cut across the campground, down through the woods, across the dam, and up the road a quarter mile to the restaurant. I would say it was probably a mile all total. I was about 20 minutes early so I waited at the door and got a newspaper. Two older gentlemen with coffee opened the door and told me to come inside.
I sat down, pligged in the Blackberry to charge, and started chatting with the waitress Faith as she prepped. Fox Business News (S.Oregon appears to be fairly conservative republican) was on the TV) and the anchors were going crazy. They were trying to appear somber regarding the financial news, but you could literally hear the glee in their voices. It was pretty sad.
I ate my usual steak, eggs and a side of pancakes while I chatted with some locals and the staff. It is a nice little restaurant, and the food was great! The cook then brought me 6 more smaller pancakes, 2 apples, and a giant brownie on the house! I promptly devoured the pancakes and ate the apples on the walk back. The brownie would make a good snack.
As I was leaving, Carl a retired Detective that owned a cabin at the lake, told me about his trip to Africa for 4 months. It was really very interesting. I finally got going though, and was back and on the trail at 11AM...yikes!
It was very warm in my long sleeve wool shirt. The temps climbed up to 89. The terrain was rolling and dry, and water was pretty scarce. The bovine gang had also ruined most any water sources that were available. They are from where the word "trample" originated.
The guide said there was "a very refreshing" fenced in spring at about mile 15, which I was looking forward to. I arrived to find the water pipe broken, and could not get to the water...so frustrating. There was decent camping, but like most any sign in Oregon, it had about 50 bullet holes in it, so I moved on about 2 more miles and finally cleared a small bumpy spot behind some trees.
Location is not really an issue anymore with my full length thermarest. The z-lite foam molded itself to all lumps on the ground, and was often uncomfortable and not too warm. The thermarest ensures I sleep well, which makes the next days hiking so much more enjoyable for me. Sleep is not overrated.