In the morning we had a leisurely start at 8:30am. Paul wrapped Michele's purple bruised ankle and we started out. Again it became obvious we would be racing the sun. Michele and Scott fell behind due to Michele's ankle and John, Paul and I hiked onward. Paul and I frequently got in trouble with John who thought we were lallygagging because we were talking while hiking. This is now know as jabberwalking. The fact was we were hustling and I often saw Paul practically jogging to keep up. The look of determination on his face reminded me of my dad. As compared to the first days 12 mile hike, we took more frequent rest breaks, about 7 minutes of rest which helped immensely but I was still ready to pull a Jim at the end of the day and just stop and not go a step more.
Eventually we saw the canyon we were stopping in but it was way below us and deep in; I couldn't imagine hiking my way down that far. We continued into the canyon descending slowly and the floor of the canyon rose up to meet us so there were no huge drop offs. It was dusk at 5:30pm when we arrived at some nice camp spots but no water. John and Paul went to find water and left me at the site. I would have made hot tea but I was worried the guys wouldn't find water and couldn't have the luxury of heating water until after I knew if they found water. After setting up our tent I sat on a rock with a headlamp and wrote in this my journal.
It's 6:15pm and pitch black. John and Paul went to find water in the dark. Michele and Scott are still hiking. Michele turned her ankle many times and has a mild sprain. Perhaps its more than mild after today. There's no water close to camp and John and Paul may have to go as far as 1.5 miles to get water. They left more than 1/2 hour ago and I haven't heard them. It is completely silent. The wind has started and the tent is rustling. There are crickets and what sounds like the whizzing of cars, although its just the wind and maybe the bass rapids I'm hearing.An hour later John and Paul came back successful with water but the pump was plugged. Shortly after that we saw the headlamps of Scott and Michele walking the side of the canyon. John left and met them taking Michele's pack the rest of the way to the site. We had dinner and crawled into our tents without singing any campfire songs (you can't have a fire in the GC and besides John singing its a small world, we weren't a bunch of singers anyways)
|One water hole|
Another long day complete with beautiful scenery and lots of good conversation while jabberwalking.