6/20 Thunder Mountain Shelter (17.2)

June 23, 2013 at 8:30 pm

Our day started with this guy! He was a little too young to have any defense skills built up, so he greeted us with wide open flippers when we picked him up.

We started out the day on a good note with Rain, Wit, Uke, and Steady Eddie.  We met The Voice, whose name is immediately explained when he starts talking in a tone low enough to make elephants dance.  He is from Germany, but has almost no accent and a really good American impression of the phrase “roll tide!” that someone taught him on the trail.  The day was beautiful; there was a log for people to write their thoughts in the privy we stopped at (one of the qualifiers for a grade A privy), abundant turtles, and a lot of beautiful views.

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We also had someone take the best possible picture of Mark and I at this overlook:

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Mark has gotten both skinnier and taller on the trail.  He no longer fits camera lenses.

Today was pretty much all uphill, but the bright side is this usually means that tomorrow will be all downhill.  We passed this giant golfball on a hill:

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And also The Guillotine:

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We had planned to follow the Voice to a campsite twenty miles in, but got pretty winded at seventeen miles (that is, I got pretty winded and conned Mark into stopping).  Also, Uke managed to make the shelter look pretty inviting with a fire.  We were just heading to bed when Icarus showed up with a wild look in his eyes and dozens of treasure boxes filled with everything from candy to bejeweled alcohol nips that he has labeled potions.  The treasure boxes were wrapped in shiny paper and covered in stickers, and we each took one to hide over the next few days. The trail gets weirder every day.