I woke up to one of the clearest mornings in Washington. It was beautiful. Tim and Denise were up around the same time. As I was about to hit the trail, Tim gave me some of his extra snacks including Snickers, beef jerky, cheese sticks and some trail mix.
I slept in this morning until 6 am or at least I tried to, but I woke up and checked my watch at 5:59.45. I watched as the last 15 seconds counted down before starting my day. I packed up my gear and took my time to make sure I had enough food for the next stretch. I was good for four full days’ worth.
About a mile before I stopped for the day, I met a group of three hikers that were having dinner. We talked for a bit and they told me about a north bound hiker named Sobo. Sobo is short for South Bound. Apparently she got her trail name for how often she gets turned around and goes the wrong way down the trail.
At some point during the night, a deer decided to come to hang around my campsite. I woke up several times to the sound of it walking next to my tent. Before leaving camp, I felt the urgent call of nature and grabbed my shovel to answer that call. I started hiking at 6 am and did not stop, but to fill up water, until 2 pm.
The terrain was up and down hills, through wooded areas, reminding me of hiking on the Appalachian Trail. I saw a good number of weekend and section hikers out and as I got close to the road, a lady was walking with her dog, who fortunately was on a leash, barked and snarled at me. I continued and reached the road at 11:30.