Miles hiked: 22.06 (2162.89 to 2184.95)
Giant green slugs in trail: 22
Washington has not yet begun to appeal to me. I woke up to a steep, steady climb that brought out long-forgotten shin splints. After a few miles, I twisted the Hell out of my ankle, falling down atop it after I turned it. It has developed swelling from the arch up in a little one inch semicircle. Oh, and it hurts just a bit. Along with the neuroma, capsilitis, squished bunion and wierd top of foot tendon pain that my right foot has been exhibiting for the last 2184 miles. A couple miles after the ankle, a yellowjacket bit me twice in the back of my right calf. Enough bitching, right?
There are lovely damned ferns and moss-encrusted trees and lots of garter snakes. Any Minute has caught three already, all brightly striped and agile. I am camped next to a loud, clear stream, Trout Creek, and am happy to have the music of water to put me to sleep. Tomorrow must be better.