That’s right, the log bridge at Cochetopa Creek was washed out, and in my chacos I tried countless places to cross both up and down stream, but ended up having to go about a 1/4 mile upstream to find a spot, and I still got soaked to my waist…having already half fallen in the icy snowmelt. After a break to put my shoes and socks on numb feet, it was a good half an hour before I could feel them again. Embrace the brutality indeed. You just never know what kind of brutality you are going to get out here.
I didn’t escape a quick rain towards the end of the day, and as I crossed highway 114 I rushed to find a spot to set up my shelter against the angry sky behind me, but 2 hours later it hasn’t materialized. Ok by me!
I’m worn out, with these long days plus sleeping on the ground with no insulation is a bear. Thankfully my parents are one their way out here and they can help bring me to a place where I can get some new gear. I patched my tarp with some cuben patches, and the coat with tape, but things are a bit ragged. And I lost another pair of sunglasses when I fell half way in the creek this morning. For some reason this week is getting off to a rough start.