Mom wanted to move to a different campground. Jeremiah convinced her to try two campsites down, #7. He putout a piece of Tyvek as a test. We cooked breakfast there.
|... and helping. For real.|
|Such pretty jelly!|
I clocked my heart at 160 bpm after a short rest about halfway up.
Most of the lower half was deep in loose rocks. Each step gave way and turned into half a step. The dogs chased rocks that broke free and carried them back up the hill.
The trees started about halfway up, which meant soft loose dirt on top of the rocks.
I set a goal of a new tree, then the decision of whether to continue or not as soon as I reached it.
It was talking longer than I had expected. The “top” kept appearing further and further up. My pride and curiosity kept me going. At the top was a gulch (great Helena word) and another taller hill on the other side.
|So I hear Emily sneezing and came to check it out ... I guess Harvest Moon is a little hoppy for her. :P|
I donated my old pack at the Good Samaritan Thrift Store. They have a LOT of stuff. One could totally set up house from there. They have 1/2 off on the 1st - 5th of each month. Made a mental note to get Jeremiah to drop me off there tomorrow while the muffler work was happening.
Jeremiah brought in hot rocks from around the fire pt and put them under our cots. Loveliness. It particularly helped the spot at my feet where my 3/4 length Thermarest runs out. Blissful sleep.