Harper’s Creek Campground
Mile Marker 836.0 (14.2 Miles)
I woke up COLD the next morning. I didn’t want to get out of my quilt. I took an extra 30 minutes to lie there, and warmed up my stinky hiking clothes in my quilt before I put them on. I have sent my cold weather stuff home, so I wore my rain jacket to hold my heat in. It was sufficient and it warmed up quickly once the sun had risen higher in the sky. I had my coffee and oatmeal and was soon on my way.
By the way, I’m still not tired of my oatmeal. The packets I made up have half quick oats and half rolled oats, some kind of nut or seed, dried fruit, powdered milk, powdered butter, a dash of salt and dehydrated cane juice for sweetener. This time, I made sauces out of blueberries, cranberries and strawberries, dehydrated them and put the fruit flakes in the oatmeal. I also dehydrated applesauce for some of the packets. Some have raisins. I also threw some unsweetened coconut into some of the packets. I still look forward to my breakfast and it’s the only meal I really enjoy on the trail. I also have packets of homemade granola with powdered milk. All I have to do is add water to the bag. I have some other things in my breakfast arsenal, but those are the two things I have the most of and never grow tired of.
My day was fairly uneventful. Again, I didn’t see many people. I stopped at a view to have a snack and met a man named Grateful who was doing a day hike to train for a longer hike he is taking this summer.
When I arrived at the shelter there was one guy there who grunted at me when I said hello. I checked out the tent site and they were all very slanted and/or rocky, so I went back down the hill a quarter mile or so and set up my tent at a campsite had far better tent sites. Again, I was alone.
When I was about to get into my tent, I heard yelling in the distance. I had passed some hikers at a road who were trying to hitch to a brewery. I thought it might be them coming back loaded; however, a group of about 15 teenagers soon came into view. I was some distance from the trail. After I got into my tent, I could hear them up at the shelter whooping and hollering and I was grateful I had come back down to the campsite. I slept well, again, with no screams of terror.