Birdshot departs, and with him, so does the summer. Fall blew in overnight as Boogieman camped at the base of Pilot Rock. However, Boogieman managed to catch a play with Darth and live at the famous Ashland Shakespear festival - a nice contrast with the rugged wilderness. But ephemeral. The woods beckoned. After a morning climb above the clouds to Pilot Rock (see photos), Boogie headed north to catch Darth and LIve some 17 miles ahead. Night 1: failed. However, Boogie found a beautiful lake with a trail angel camp host, who said the 18 camp site was on the house. Plus he offered stinky (don't know if that was the word, couldn't read your handwriting ben) Boogie quarters for a hot shower.
The following morning became even colder. Long sleeve, hat and glove weather. Boogie rushed off in hopes of reuniting with Darth and Live. Life can get lonely after two days sans Birdshot. The afternoon saw to a reunion, and they hiked off together towards Fish Lake. It felt good to be back to shorter miles, coffee mornings, and long afternoon rests. But not a day later, B oogie was back to his old habits of 30+ days in order to sit back and enjoy Crater Lake for a day (sounds familiar). Instead, however, all he did was hike around all day, missing the Post office by 10 minutes, and accidently hiking away from the grocery resupply and the all you can eat buffet.
p.s. Still awaiting SwissMiss and Cash.
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