The terrain is insane but I'm hearing aside from Bigelow and Sugarloaf the worst is behind me.
And sometimes a place to sit, relax and enjoy:
Anyway, who really cairns?
The cairns are actually signs.
I've been going thru some old pics that I don't think I shared. This one was a sign that I should either have escargot for breakfast or I really was moving too slow.
Speakin of slow, tho I will forever remain Sparky, I thought of another trail name, Creepy Crawler:
Speakin of makin momma proud, look ma, "crussoo";
What DOD would call "skutah":
Another name could be Jimmy Feral!
I've lost so much weight so fast that the skin of my fingers can't keep up,
Speakin of signs, this one said to go back; right, eyeah, okay, sure, not, indeed:
Speakin of sign:
In moose country. Scat and track all over and in the trail but I haven't seen one yet.
Okay, you decide. Since day one April 9th I have had only one single eating utensil, a titanium spork that fits in a pocket on my JetBoil. I've used it virtually every single day in the woods. It's all I got to scoop the food! Ya feelin me about the spork? Several days ago, woke up at 5am, snoozed till 530, fired up JetBoil for coffee. "WHERE IS SPORKY SPARKY?" I swirled the coffee and Truvia(Christian sweetener) that worked fine but I have no other utensil to eat with. Went thru the pack, sacks and tent, it's gone. Then it "dawned" on me, the very night before, however many nights there have been, I had scoped out the only other two tent sites, there are no other humans mind you, on a rock next to a fire pit I remembered spotting this:
While one technically could make this up, I did not.
Speakin of (aren't u sick of that phrase now haha) food and signs. Check this privy sign out talkin about composting your human waste:
I see red:
Do see see a creature?
Do you see what I saw?
I also saw signs of spiders:
And sometimes just one:
They don't survive if they venture into my space btw.
What every other state calls a shelter: