Drying Rack

I think every single thing on my person got damp overnight. Luckily there wasn’t any more rain, but we must have camped in a low spot amongst a fog cloud. It was cold and wet.

I was only 2 miles from White Pass where I had my last resupply box waiting for me. Some of my friends had gotten in last night, and booked a suite at the White Pass Inn. They requested a late check out and so generously let us dry our things and organize in the room. It was chaos. There were tents hanging on every inch of the balcony railing, quilts and sleeping pads draped over banisters, and wet clothes hanging off of every chair. And somehow it made me emotional. In the chaos of organizing my resupply, I realized this was the last time I’d be doing this. This is my final section of trail.

We decided to hike 10 more miles in the afternoon. I was feeling strong and enjoying the easy familiarity I’ve come to feel following diamond blazes through the forest. I caught up with Drom talking a break at a junction. I joined him for a moment, but shortly after I got up I started to feel off. The only way I could describe it was a dream-like state. My rapid thoughts had gone silent and I felt like I was out of my body in a way. I don’t know what caused me to feel this way, but Drom insisted on hiking with me the rest of the day to make sure I was okay.

We took one more break and I ate a snickers bar to raise my blood sugar. It helped a bit but I still felt off for the rest of the day. I think I need a good nights sleep. We’re out here pushing our bodies to the limits and sometimes they push back. This was one of those days where my body was pushing back a little, but that’s expected. I will be able to rest and recover so soon.