We crossed the river a bunch of times (144!) That’s it. That’s all that really happened today.
There was one brief moment of excitement where I thought I’d get to do a little rock scrambling, but it turned out not to be the trail. The trail was on the other side of the river. This normally wouldn’t be a problem - I mean, all we did all day was cross the river. However, a beaver had built a dam there and we couldn’t tell just how deep the water was. It ended up being about waist-high and the cold water was very invigorating.
the beaver dam is behind Nick, the rocks I thought I’d get to scramble are to the left, and Nick had just gotten out of the deepest part
Counting each time I crossed the river kept my mind pretty occupied today. I found myself sort-of meditating on each number, thinking of ways it was significant to me or to others in my life. I used the number of crossings to motivate me, too. For example, I told myself that I could stop for lunch once I crossed 100 times. This strategy kept my mind off of how far I still had to go and made it more like a game.
The only problem with my little counting distraction is that I didn’t eat enough - I was too focused on counting to think about food. It’s a shame, really, because eating is the only way to reduce my pack weight. I’ll just have to eat more tomorrow to make up for it.
Note to self: I didn’t see Nick until the end of the day (he caught up to me a little before the beaver dam) and I must say I missed him. Maybe we should plan to meet for lunch tomorrow.
Along the trail:
Camp:
