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Gales Creek Trail (about half of)
For the long weekend, cedarfoxy and I spent two nights backpacking in the Tillamook State Forest. We hit the trail from Summit Trailhead on Hwy 6, hiked just about 4 trail-miles (closer to 5 when you add in a detour) and camped barely off the main trail Saturday night.
The next day, we packed up and headed another 4-ish miles toward Reehers campground, turned around after playing in the creek a little, and backtracked 2 or 3-ish miles to a lovely campsite well off the trail and down next to the water. After a wee campfire, we went to bed early.
Monday, I was under the influence of a headcold, but didn't really notice until the uphill slog back to the car. I let cedarfoxy sleep in, since they had been struggling with congestion since before we hit the trail, and then we packed up tidily and hiked out.
Things of note:
The kind backpackers who pointed out "the very best campsite on the trail" were simply telling the truth, and they were not secretly sirens looking to devour the unwary.
I should not shop for pouch food alone: the rating on the REI website is not an indicator of whether either of us will like it.
I do not trust our luggage scale.
That family that entered the trail ahead of us were (probably) not going into the woods for the children to make a human sacrifice of both parents. At least, we saw no evidence of this.
Tuesday, I skived off of work and simply sat on the couch pounding hot tea adulterated with Emergen-C Immune + all day. It worked well that cedarfoxy was doing the same, because our energy levels waxed and waned such that we took turns caring for each other. And when at one point neither of us had energy to take the dogs out for potty, a minion was able to do it for us.
The next day, we packed up and headed another 4-ish miles toward Reehers campground, turned around after playing in the creek a little, and backtracked 2 or 3-ish miles to a lovely campsite well off the trail and down next to the water. After a wee campfire, we went to bed early.
Monday, I was under the influence of a headcold, but didn't really notice until the uphill slog back to the car. I let cedarfoxy sleep in, since they had been struggling with congestion since before we hit the trail, and then we packed up tidily and hiked out.
Things of note:
The kind backpackers who pointed out "the very best campsite on the trail" were simply telling the truth, and they were not secretly sirens looking to devour the unwary.
I should not shop for pouch food alone: the rating on the REI website is not an indicator of whether either of us will like it.
I do not trust our luggage scale.
That family that entered the trail ahead of us were (probably) not going into the woods for the children to make a human sacrifice of both parents. At least, we saw no evidence of this.
Tuesday, I skived off of work and simply sat on the couch pounding hot tea adulterated with Emergen-C Immune + all day. It worked well that cedarfoxy was doing the same, because our energy levels waxed and waned such that we took turns caring for each other. And when at one point neither of us had energy to take the dogs out for potty, a minion was able to do it for us.