Monday, June 04, 2018 – 8.70 miles
I’m going to skip describing my rest day in Mount Shasta, which involved a lot of glorious lazing about that readers would find extremely dull. Today my nose was less congested and I walked to an interchange to hitch my way back to the PCT.
Getting a ride was tricky, but I could probably have stood somewhere better. I was picked up eventually by a local with the remnants of a roasted chicken in his car. He told me that he was going to feed them to the deer, and at the time I was just like ‘oh I see’, but afterwards it processed in my brain that deer are herbivores…
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My first thought was that, human feces taken into consideration, the local deer have been deeply damaged by their contact with people, but the Internet informs me that they eat meat naturally on occasion. Who knew. Deer, seeming less innocuous every say. Don’t trust those big dark eyes.
Forest walking today.
I mentioned previously that I dislike sheltered lush campsites with water, but the campsite at Sulphur Creek was lovely and I would have camped there if not for the impossibly early hour. Instead I made camp at Burstarse Creek, which was surrounded by spiders scuttling around on the creekbed. I got a good picture, so I tried to use a reverse image search to identify the species. The result was ‘oriental cockroach’. NOPE.
