Trout Lake Creek to Riley Creek – 15 miles (24km) – 2239 miles total
We woke up early to do 5 miles to the trailhead at the road to catch the first shuttle into town. The 5 miles came easy and before I knew it I was at the road. As we sat waiting we tried to hitch, but few cars came past and when they did they didn’t stop. However, about 20 minutes before the shuttle was due a car pulled over and took four of us into town. The others caught the shuttle.
First stop was the cafe, which is known for its huckleberries everything. I got a huckleberry shake and huckleberry pancake, along with an omelette. So good.
During breakfast I looked up getting replacement shoes, but as expected, they wouldn’t arrive to my next resupplied point in time and I’d have to wait another week after that. Another week on concrete or walking in sandals.
I went and joined the others outside who had just arrived. They were sitting with a southbound hiker who was just doing Washington, but who had decided to get off trail a few days short of cascade licks because of an upset stomach. So his son was driving up from Bend to pick him up. He offered for his So. To go past rei to pick me up a new pair of shoes. I jumped at the chance. We then discovered that he was the original founder of gossamer gear. The maker of my pack and tent. I was actually sending my tent to a friend as I had received my old double wall tent back with new poles. As I wanted the extra layer for Washington. But he still offered to send my tent to my friend as the post office was closed that day.
All of the won us all over to gossamer gear. Then his son gave us a lift back to the trail head. On the way R realised that he had left his hiking shirt in town and G (gossamer gear) literally gave him the shirt off of his back.
We started hiking again and came upon the bridge were a hiker had died a few days earlier. We had heard about it on trail. It was a freak accident. The guy was walking crossing a bridge and a dead tree fell on him. One second earlier or one later and he would have been fine. It was just one of those things that you just can’t predict or prevent, but is really sad for everyone out on trail. Particularly, those who knew him.
The trail then went through a burn area, with views of ant Adams through the trees. At some point I realised that I was no longer following my friends footprints. You become good at recognising shoe prints in trail. Somehow, I had missed them turning off trail, presumably to camp. So I pushed on to where I had planned to camp, which has a cool view of Mt Adams. There were also some hikers out for the weekend who had started a fire, so I joined them for dinner.
Today I am thankful for the kindness of fellow hikers.