Today was a tough one. We fell into a rut, both of us dragging, feeling weighed down by the prospect of the next week ahead of us -- 150 miles await before leaving the trail for a while. With a break on the horizon, the days seem longer, the notion is fixed that we're nearly finished -- but the problem is, we're not. 150 miles to go is 150 miles to go.
At lunch we came around, I think. We had been long descending down into the middle fork Feather River canyon and stopped to eat lunch on a nice bridge which crosses Bear Creek. There was a good shade there and the creek ran heavily and loud below us. After eating a big lunch -- tuna and bread, almonds, chocolate (thanks G&C!) -- we decided to take some time to simply sprawl out right there in the middle of the pathway. It seems we sometime forget to just relax. Some mid-day shivassana always helps a strained body and a worried mind. Before I knew it, I was half asleep, rolling over to nestle into Eliza's side. We lay together on the bridge for a good twenty-five minutes before rousting ourselves and setting out again and very shortly we both were feeling quite rejuvenated. The rest of our descent and the following long climb back up the other side of the canyon was filled with fresh conversation and our quick, mindless stepping took us back up to the highgrounds.
The scenery has been becoming generally more interesting than it had been since the Hat Creek Rim, although, still we have both been feeling bored with the general surroundings. We're definitely looking forward to the high Sierra as the climax to this whole thing.
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