Wednesday, September 4, 2019; day 46
I woke to the soft humm of kitchen electronics.
I heated some water for my instant coffee.
I packed up, quickly left a note of thanks on the bulletin board, and was back on the road by 0730.
I turned on to Swanson Mill Road. The cows abounded.
I did not not feel like using my trekking poles. I tied my bandana above my left knee.
I walked an alternate along Mount Hull Road and reconnected with the PNT at Sullivan Lake Road.
Soon after, I joined Trail 100. The trail was maintained by backcountry horsemen.
Along the trail, I missed a fallen sign post and continued in the wrong direction.
I found my way back and joined the Whistler Canyon Trail.
The climb out of the canyon was rewarded with wonderful views.
I came around a bend, and was shown the little town of Oroville.
I wanted to camp as close to town as possible.
I found a flat spot with a bench .7 of a mile from US Highway 97.
Little cacti stick to my pack.
As the sun sets it becomes shady and beautiful.
I watch as the little buildings and houses light up below.
I feel like a silent watcher, viewing the town secretly from above.
The stars and moon greet me as I lay on the exposed rock, beneath their light, high above town.