Monday, July 16, 2018 – 7.70 miles
I ate my soggy baggie pizza this morning (on the trail, it sometimes helps to not think about what you’re eating while you’re eating it) and left Shelter Cove. Views of the lake as the trail climbed alongside.
Neck-craningly high cross-country skiing signage hinted at how much snow the area receives in the winter.
No running water sources are listed in the water report for ~40 miles, so I had accepted that on this leg I would have to drink lake water that people had been swimming in/washing clothes in/probably digging catholes nearby, but I was lucky and found a trickle of water running into the far end of beautifully blue North Rosary Lake.
The mosquitoes remained light all the way to Maiden Peak Shelter, a hut used by backpackers in the summer and snowshoers/cross country skiiers in the winter. The absence of mosquitoes was too tempting to pass by, so I decided to spend the night in the hut.
I always enjoy reading hut logbooks and this one was notably poetic, including such entries as:
‘A creature lurks outside / What’s your name, little slinkster / We shall call you Hank’
‘Middle of January / Icicle melts from the eaves / Do better, winter’
‘The dimpled scarf brushed softly against the cheek of the last dinosaur, Rhonda’.
Or something to that effect. They’re at least 30% accurate.
Four other people, two men and a couple, showed up to spend the night in the hut. The two men were out of water and went to search for a spigot even after I told them there wasn’t one. Their water filter had broken and then they had run out of iodine tablets, so they had resorted to boiling drinking water in the evening and waiting for it to cool overnight. I was surprised that they were staying at the hut rather than continuing to the Rosary lakes, but I offered them some water, as did the couple. One man accepted it, the other didn’t. I may have to take a side trip to Bobby Lake tomorrow.
While we were hanging our food, I mentioned to the couple that my Ursack had been taken at Mazama Campground. They had witnessed some egregious behaviour in regards to the bear storage bin: people had been treating the whole bin like a hiker box (one half is labelled as a hiker box, the other half is labelled as ‘not hiker box – food storage’) and one dude was even claiming that an unopened resupply package was up for grabs. Putting aside reading comprehension, can’t we at least expect people to demonstrate basic common sense? There must be some wilful ignorance going on.