June 24
The ferry ride was not an actual ferry, but a canoe. It's run by Steve, who has been doing it for twenty years, and this is his last year. I let Matt handle the paddle duties. Steve jabbered for awhile after dropping is off. We continued hiking.
After going three miles, we decided to only go to the next shelter. We were tired from our early morning. We got to the shelter around 1:30. Half an hour later a group of 11 year old boys showed up. They were from a summer camp and were going to be doing some maintenance work on the section we just hiked. They were led over by Tim Harrison, who has a lodge near the trail. We talked with him for awhile. He has a pancake breakfast in the morning, so we signed up for that the next day. He invited us over to get water from his well. We told our sad life stories to him, and he told his. There was no group hug, but there should have been.
After he left, we sat around for an hour, trying to figure out an appropriate time to go get water. We didn't want to interrupt his dinner, so we headed out around 4:30. I was an idiot and decided to wear my flipflops, which made the journey a bit longer. We got there and signed the register and got hooked up with some water. We talked for a few minutes more, and then hurried back to the lean-to.
When we returned, the kids had a fire going and their leaders were cooking dinner. We were also joined by two Northbounders, Orange Blaze and Trocar. OB went over to Tim's to sign them up for breakfast while the rest of us watched the kids eat burgers. They did offer me one, which I quickly devoured. OB came back, and said that Tim was quite the chatterbox and he would've never gotten out of there if another couple hadn't shown up.
It was the return of Treats and Castle, who had been MIA since the river crossing, which was at the same time as us. They showed up at the lean-to, and said they had spent the day down by a waterfall.
We all spent the evening hearing tales from the Northbounders and eating any food the boys offered us. They left the campsite to go play mafia, which we were not invited to. We spent the rest of the evening chatting, heading to bed around ten.
After going three miles, we decided to only go to the next shelter. We were tired from our early morning. We got to the shelter around 1:30. Half an hour later a group of 11 year old boys showed up. They were from a summer camp and were going to be doing some maintenance work on the section we just hiked. They were led over by Tim Harrison, who has a lodge near the trail. We talked with him for awhile. He has a pancake breakfast in the morning, so we signed up for that the next day. He invited us over to get water from his well. We told our sad life stories to him, and he told his. There was no group hug, but there should have been.
After he left, we sat around for an hour, trying to figure out an appropriate time to go get water. We didn't want to interrupt his dinner, so we headed out around 4:30. I was an idiot and decided to wear my flipflops, which made the journey a bit longer. We got there and signed the register and got hooked up with some water. We talked for a few minutes more, and then hurried back to the lean-to.
When we returned, the kids had a fire going and their leaders were cooking dinner. We were also joined by two Northbounders, Orange Blaze and Trocar. OB went over to Tim's to sign them up for breakfast while the rest of us watched the kids eat burgers. They did offer me one, which I quickly devoured. OB came back, and said that Tim was quite the chatterbox and he would've never gotten out of there if another couple hadn't shown up.
It was the return of Treats and Castle, who had been MIA since the river crossing, which was at the same time as us. They showed up at the lean-to, and said they had spent the day down by a waterfall.
We all spent the evening hearing tales from the Northbounders and eating any food the boys offered us. They left the campsite to go play mafia, which we were not invited to. We spent the rest of the evening chatting, heading to bed around ten.
