Day FortySeven, August 3, 23.5 Miles
At Mile 960.5, Poptart 323/1000
Oh what a pleasure frontcountry campsites are. Walked up to Grants Village to wait for Lost and Lorry, a car accident kept us from the trail til a little before eleven. Yet again RT was waiting for us at the trailhead, he'd left his poles in the car. So in the ever-fluid formation of our herd this sections group featuring me includes Lost, RT and DnA. Loads of folk out on the trail until you reach Heart Lake, then nobody aside from thrus, today saw Wasa, Jojo Smiley and Rascall pass us. Like I said, herd denial. "You're such a big group" they exclaim. "We've seen barely anybody!" "But there's been 10 of you in the last two days..."
Up the Snake we headed, still scared from the 1988 fires. Camped early after another glorious sunset, an "emergency camp", we have a permit for the next site as this one was full. Nobody is here, as we expected. My four year expired mountain house was disgusting. Not sure if it was the four year old thing or just the contents period. Either way it ended up on the fire (first one on trail) and didn't really burn. So our campsite smells like bacon and we're all sleeping with our food right where we cooked. Grizzly Bears. Whatever.
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