Another night with no furry visitors, nice! I had 27 miles to get to the road that leads to Grant Village where I could stay in their big campground without having an advanced permit. I got going early and again the morning was bitter with frost. And what greeted me first thing? A nice cold river crossing…it was too wide and deep to have any rocks to hop across, and I couldn’t imagine soaking my shoes so early in the shadows of the day, so I put on my chacos and WOOOOO that was cold!
I immediately switched to shoes and socks on the other side, but it took a good bit before I could feel my toes again. Feels like fall. On the good side this frost helps kill off the mosquitos, on the bad side, it seems too early for fall.
The morning’s hike took me along several river canyons which would have been spectacular packrafting waterways with more H20, but unfortunately the park has banned packrafting. (see http://forrestmccarthy.blogspot.com/2013/06/packrafting-guide-to-yellowstone.html?m=1 for more info…it would be an amazing opportunity to paddle the park!! I support a free Yellowstone)
The afternoon I walked the shores of Heart Lake, but the view was mostly of the trees that lined the shores, kind of boring, but later I was able to walk the shore for a while. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t throw down my pack and go for a swim; the temperature of the water was perfect! As soon as I left the lake the afternoon sun seemed to get hotter and I regretted my passing up the swim.
Soon after I met some more hikers, Flamingo, who was a southbounder, and Grimm, a flip flopper. Then I met two more: Guy on a Buffalo & Wanderer (who had hiked the PCT last year and I had screenprinted his shirt “hikertrash” at PCT days last September…and he’s wearing that shirt on the trail! Cool!!!!!!)
The pools continued and I hoofed it up a short climb before a nice flat bit of hiking where I met yet three more flip floppers: Nom nom, Apache, and Mehap. It looked like they were all having fun hiking together.
I was close to the highway, I could hear it…and you know what that means…Grant Village, cold soda and hot food!
I immediately got a ride from a nice dude and his friends out from Boston for the week and soon I was getting a campsite and wandering over to the land of ice cream and clean tourists.
As I was eating my strawberry cheesecake waffle cone, I decided to forgo the grill which offered mostly burgers and go to the restaurant.
I got trout and really relished the fancy dinner as I hoped I didn’t smell too much.
Then back to camp where a group of near-by teens were blasting some terrible pop music. Makes me feel old…turn that down eh!
I have to keep all my food and smellables in a bear box tonight, but the previous campers spilled coffee grounds all over the picnic table and ground, and there’s lots of crusty food debris as well…so much for keeping a clean camp!