Mud. Thick, sticky mud covered the trail and clumped on the bottom of our shoes. We tried walking on grass or rocks near the trail to no avail. A thick, uneven platform of mud built up in as little as 5 minutes, requiring us to scrape our shoes. Bear tracks sunk deep in the mud shows us the bears weren't having any better luck.
The rain beat down steadily from the moment we woke. We packed up our wet tent and hiked in the rain until lunch, when we enjoyed a momentary respite from the rain. But all too soon, the rain started back up again. We lugged an extra 5 pounds of caked mud with every step.
Wild strawberries brightened our day. And a local rancher provided water late in the day. Another rancher stopped and invited us to camp on his land, an offer we gratefully accepted, knowing camping might be limited for the rest of the way to Pie Town.
The rain finally stopped in the early evening, and the last light of the sun lit the clouds in bright pinks and reds.
Ooohhh I've experienced that M U D! So annoying. . . . buy yeah to trail magic of wild strawberries and water :)
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