Day 11

Day 11: A nice relatively flat 12 mile hike to stage ourselves for the trip to Monson. It
rained of course. So a nice and easy day turned into a terrible day. I slipped and broke
one of my temporary wood hiking sticks and fell into a bog. The day started out nice and
we had three stream/brook fords. Hung out with Wallaby, Lost, and Fireball until about
10:30 then Wallaby and I walked on ahead to the next stream crossing. We crossed the
stream around 2:15 then waited for Lost and Fireball until 3pm. They never showed. We
still had 8 miles to go and decided to just head on. We weren't to worried about them
since Lost carries a Spot and is a fully trained military medic. That being said he was
running on less then 2 days charge with 1 day to go. I got to the shelter around 7:15 wet
and miserable, hurray for sacred sleeping cloths! Lost and Fireball didn't roll into camp
until 12:30 am. Talk about a long day. It seems they got lost and found a cool old cabin
that they explored and hung out in for far to long. Oh just in case you weren't sure it
rained.
Positive Thought of the Day: For "Brook" crossing when there are those that
crossed rivers.