|Nothing particularly noteworthy|
about the views.... as of yet!
I left from my camp at Killen Creek with very little water, planning to stock up at Lava Springs. It seemed like everyone I talked to on the trail was excited about the wonderful water at this spring. Even Erik the Black gave the spring two thumbs up in his guidebook. I had to see what everyone was talking about. I couldn't imagine why this particular water source would be so wonderful, but I'd get to the bottom of it. Yes, I would get to the bottom of it.
|Clearing up to be a |
I offered Elk a naked gummi lady. Amanda found them on a trip to Germany and thought I might enjoy them. =) I offered one to Elk, which he really liked and told me that he was going to suck the toes of the gummi lady first. "Okay," I replied, "I didn't need to know that."
I filled up with water from Lava Springs, which tasted exactly like all of the other water I've had on the trail. I still don't understand the fuss that this water created. Who started the legend of the amazing water here? Why? I don't know.... But it tasted like any other spring water I'd find on the trail. *shrug* Which is good, but nothing extraordinary.
|Would you suck|
Elk and I parted ways, him heading southbound, and me heading northbound, and I finally entered into the Goat Rocks Wilderness. To start with, I wasn't impressed. It was mostly a bunch of trees, and when I got to a viewpoint, the views of Mount Adams behind me were better than the views of the Goat Rocks.
I stopped for a lunch break later in the afternoon, eating my usual assortment of Wheat Thins, Jelly Bellies, and a few gummi women. And I couldn't help but thinking, "I should suck her toes." Damn Elk. I sucked on the toes of a gummi woman for several seconds, but didn't find it very satisfying and ate the rest of it instead.
Late in the afternoon, the trail climbed up and over a ridge to a fantastic view. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!" I shouted into the distance. It's the kind of view that words and photos could never capture. A deep valley, with a long waterfall cascading down the other side of it, and views that seemed to go for a hundred miles. I noticed several white spots in the distance that seemed out of place, and stopped to get a better look. When I noticed one of the white spots moving. Goats! I found goats! I guess I shouldn't have been surprised--I was in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, after all, but it seemed entirely too easy to find the goats. I wasn't even trying!
|Finally! In the Goat Rocks!|
The hike must go on, and that's what I did. About ten minutes later, I rounded another bend in the trail and found more goats. Another herd?! These goats weren't on the trail, though, off to the side on an adjacent slope, and I counted them too: 22 goats. I've now found 92 goats within a half hour time span. "This place is awesome!"
I finally set up camp at the Cispus River. Just Dave was already there, cooking dinner, along with a family out for the weekend (a dad with his daughter and son) from Vancouver, WA. The family started a campfire, and Just Dave and I joined in telling them about our adventures on the trail.
I planned to camp under the stars tonight--the first night for quite some time now--but changed my mind when I finally left the campfire to go to sleep. It wasn't even fully dark yet and a surprisingly thick layer of condensation had already formed on my gear. It was going to be a wet night, even if it didn't rain. I already set up my camp well away from the few scraggly trees in the area, and I didn't feel like moving camp to set up my tarp. Rather than doing that, I picked out a piece of the firewood that hadn't been used to prop up one side of my tarp. Usually I attach it to a tree and use my trekking pole for the other end, but I used firewood to prop up the other end of my tarp this time, saving myself the effort of moving camp closer to the trees.
|Views south towards Mt. Adams|
were better than forward into
the Goat Rocks. At first....
|At least I'm out of the trees and have views now! =)|
|But I still found myself looking back at Mt. Adams than the scenery ahead.|
|I wonder what's just over this ridge?|
|Almost over the hump.....|
|Goats! Lots and lots of goats!|
|I can't say I got any GOOD pictures of the goats.|
It was late in the day and the light was bad.
|This is the second herd of goats I found. |
They weren't as close as that first herd, though.