Start point
Olallie Lake, mile 2,048.3
End point
Unlisted Site at 2072.1
Miles hiked
23.8
Wilderness area
Warm Springs Reservation
Mount Hood National Forest
People I met
Local
Cream King
Nic
The day on trail
Woo I slept well.
Ketchup and I had breakfast together and she took off. I took some extra time to attend to my toe.
Last night’s Leukotape was soaked through with antibiotic, so I took it off, washed it again, put on fresh antibiotic, and redressed it. It felt good to have pressure on it. But just a little pressure because it’ll get really tight when my feet swell up.
I got dressed, packed up, and took some time to admire the lake. It was just such a perfect morning.
The lake is in the middle of a burn zone. And like many others, there was a small buffer of trees between the water and the burn. So it was right back to burn.
And some power lines with a soft buzz.
I got to Horse Camp Junction soon. And for some reason there was a Zaddy Smokey display.
Shortly after visiting Smokey, I got into the Warm Springs Reservation.
I like reservation land. I feel like it’s usually attended to really well. And this was no exception. It was allowed to have older growth. It was so much more alive, and felt especially so after leaving the burn area.
I love a mossy tree. What joy. And frogs in water.
I even saw a dragonfly perched on a tiny pine tree.
It was a really nice day. Just not any rough terrain. Rolling modest up and downs inside forest. Some occasional reminders of where we were.
And a few more trail signs. One acknowledging the land I walked through.
It was just so dang pretty. And my foot hadn’t hurt all day.
I came across another trail junction sign.
I got to our campsite, an unmarked site about a mile before a dirt road. There was a small rock outcropping over a small little view. It was a little too dark to grab a photo. But it was lovely. We had dinner and chatted.
Bonding with Ketchup is really special. She’s a wonderful person and hiking partner. But we talked and the mileage is too much for her. We’re going to be splitting up at Mt Hood, at the Timberline Lodge. I have to hike my hike, and she, hers. I have to push bigger miles, she can afford to take her time.
There was a little service, so I emailed ULA about a chafing problem I’ve had with my backpack. The nylon webbing has been sitting on my hip bones, instead of the cushion, which has been rubbing them raw, breaking my skin down.