Lionheart - Pacific Crest Trail Journal - 2013

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Cone Bomb

Squirrel throwing down cones
Working on my mending skills
Stealth mosquitos here


We were under attack. One sappy cone after another started rocketing towards us. They would plinko their way through the tree branches and bomb our gear and sleeping area. I shouted up at the squirrel to knock it off. A minute later one final cone plummeted down and crashed into Kpax's stove and pot spilling his near boiling water. No coffee for Kpax. This can not just be chance. This squirrel wanted us gone. And with no coffee for Kpax to drink, we were on trail much sooner.

At our first water source of the day, Kpax tried again with his coffee and I sewed a broken gaiter. A couple days ago the metal part which attaches the gaiter to the front of the shoe came off. My quick fix was to grab a pair of too small gaiters from the hiker box at Callahans. It was fun to do something different and wear non matching gaiters.

After the break it was time to find the restroom. I thought I'd found a nice spot but after assuming the position I saw yellow jackets flying out below my feet. I yelped and tried to run off without peeing all over myself. Yep, laugh it up. Somehow I escaped with only one sting on my left elbow. It still hurts. Three good things: 1. I'm not allergic. 2. I wasn't mid shit and 3. My ass was spared.

Quick miles all afternoon had us at our destination by 715 pm. It's mosquito land out here with all these little lakes. But Oregon mosquitos are different. They can land without you even feeling it. They even were dive bombing me and three attacked in unison. No cowboy camping tonight!

Happy birthday to my dear kitty Yazhi, who I miss so much.

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