Monday, June 14, 2010
Injury On the Trail!
I didn't want to take my chances trying to hitch a ride back to the trailhead, so I used my cell phone to arrange for a ride from Lee, who offered rides to the trailhead for $5/person. I ended up paying him $10 since he had a $10 minimum, but it was well worth it in my opinion. =) He told me he'd pick me up at the post office and that he'd be driving the big yellow truck. "You can't miss it."
Indeed--you'd have to have been blind to miss it. It was honking huge, a monster able to tackle the roughest of 4WD roads, in brilliant yellow that you could probably see from space on a clear day. Lee dropped me off at the trailhead five or six miles out of town, and I started hiking.
I hiked passed a garbage dump. The scenery you see on the trail is sometimes amazing. Sometimes, it's not. =)
I didn't see many hikers for the most part, though. It was largely a day of hiking alone contemplating the meaning of life. Two sisters who are thru-hiking passed me hiking southbound--slackpacking for the day. I passed a group of a dozen or so kids laid out--perhaps a church group or something?--but they didn't seem especially talkative so I didn't get their story. A group of three day hikers going southbound seemed amazed to meet a thru-hiker and were fascinated by my hike, wishing me up, but nothing particularly noteworthy there either.
Even later in the afternoon, I met up with another couple of thru-hikers--Green Hornet and his son. (Alas, I've forgotten the son's name--Green Hornet was the talkative one.) They planned to hike to Little Bear Camp, which they thought was two or three miles further down the trail, but I sadly informed them that I thought it was a good seven or more miles away. I didn't think it likely they would make that campsite that night. Green Hornet's son seemed to be hurting pretty bad. I wished them luck, however, and planned to hike to the camp myself in any case. =)
A flash of pain shot up my leg, and I knew I'd be feeling this sprain for quite some time. I kept walking, limping severely at first, which grew to a more subtle limp after several minutes. It certainly wasn't bad enough to take me off the trail, but it would make hiking the next several days distinctly more unpleasant. Yeah, I know you were all hoping for a juicier injury story, but not every day is an adventure. I am, however, blogging about every single day. =) You get what happens, and some days are just dull....
Posted by Ryan at 8:00 PM