Day 9: Ridge to Buffalo Spring

"Yip, yip, yip, owwooooooooo!"  We wake to the frustrated yips and howls of a lone coyote. 1:30 a.m.  The noisy serenade continues for almost half an hour as we struggle to go back to sleep. 

We woke again when the sun touched our tent, and quickly resumed following the ridge. But travel was slow today. Several times, CDT markers pointed us down a trail that simply disappeared into the woods, some distance from where our GPS indicated the route should go. We backtracked and rerouted ourselves numerous times.

It was evening by the time we reached Buffalo Springs, where we had decided to camp. Jeff was car camping just above the springs, and he had food.  Lots of food. We followed him up to his camp, where he presented us with an amazing smorgasbord of delicious food: fresh salad, cold drinks, pizza, chips, and more!  We ate and ate and ate. 

Just as the sun was setting, we set up a tent nearby, grateful to go to sleep on stomachs full of such delicious food.