Campbell Shelter – 17 Miles
I was hoping it would not be raining in the morning. I knew I would be going through some trail that would be treacherous if it was wet and slippery. Thankfully, the rain had stopped. It was foggy and misty, and I packed up a very wet and soggy tent. A wet tent is a heavy tent.
The area of trail I was worried about was The Dragon’s Tooth. There are some areas of trail that go over what I can only describe as the face of a cliff with a small ledge to climb down. It was wet, but not raining and not too slippery. I just took it slow and easy. It was actually kind of fun.
Unfortunately I had very few views on this day…especially early.
Among the other highlights of the day was Macaffee Knob. It’s a well known cliff that people like to sit on with their feet dangling off and have their picture taken. There were not to many people there on this day, in spite of it being Memorial Day Weekend. The weather had been threatening rain all day, so that probably kept people away. When I got there, I only saw one couple up there. I really had no desire to dangle my legs off the cliff. I did take pics of the beautiful view, and I was grateful that I had any view at all with the way the weather had been that day.
I asked Papa J if I could post their Macaffee Knob pic, and he said yes. These guys are having a great time on the trail!
(Tumble, Will, Papa J)
They went through there the morning after I did, so they had no view.
When I got to Campbell Shelter, there was no one there. I hung my tent up on a line to try to dry it out. I went to filter water, and by the time I got back, It was starting to rain. I quickly started setting my tent up wet before the heavens opened up. Since I packed my tent up wet, even those parts of it that were dry were now saturated. I put a piece of plastic on the floor, and laid out my rain jacket and skirt to provide a dry place to lay out my things, and to keep my down quilt up off the wet tent floor.
I ate a protein bar for supper. I can’t cook in my tent, and didn’t feel like getting out in the rain to do so. I went to bed early, dreaming about going to town the next day and having a shower. It rained off and on all night.
I packed up a saturated tent once again the next morning. I had 15.4 very long miles to hike into town that day. Last hike, I got some lovely pics of Tinker Cliffs with mountain peaks poking out of a cloudy soup and clear sky above. This is what I had this time.
Later that morning, I did get a view of the town’s reservoir, which serves as it’s water supply.
I can’t adequately explain just how demoralizing all of this rain has been. It has been warm and muggy and humid. Going six days without a shower was brutal, and I have taken two showers a day since I have been here in town.