Last night we worked hard in the cold drizzle at setting up our tarp over the tent by stringing some rope around a couple of tree trunks nearby, and using our poles and a dead branch to keep everything taut and tight. It worked brilliantly. I was proud of how well Eliza and I problem-solved together and so relieved that we stayed dry through the night. We cooked two dinners in the space under the awning of our makeshift tarp shelter after getting settled into the tent by 8:30pm. The rain kept falling, hard at points and fizzling out to a drip at others.
The morning arrived quietly and slowly. We slept through the alarm and got up and around by 6:30am. It was tough to get back into the cold gear we had shed last night in our frantic frenzy to get dry and warm.
We hiked under cloudy skies all day. The sun peeked out at points and we were able to get the tent and our bags relatively dried out while lunching along the shores of one of the thousands of little lakes we've passed over the last couple of days.
We arrived at the Kracker Barrel store in White Pass on Route 12 at 5pm. We were given the throw-away fried foods from the hot food counter, drank a cup of coffee and now we're off again.
150 miles to OR. Can't wait.
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